My Dear Kitten,

I’m retiring early, hoping to head off what might be a hint of a cold. It’s been a good day, a good week, and a good year — but I’m ready to wrap it up, and to see you again.

I hope you can find me tomorrow. Your brute misses you.

Love,
YOUR Awful, Affectionate, Impossible
Q.

Kitten,

Your brute misses you. I miss your voice, your body, your lips. I want my Kitten.

I want you kneeling beside my chair while I work, waiting for me to tell you what I want. I want you there, quietly, my hand on the back of your neck or stroking your hair, while you lean against my leg and enjoy being quietly adored.

I want you lying on the couch, your breasts pressed against my chest while I hold you, my arms around you. I want to put my hand on your neck and press you down, so that your face is pressed against my lap and you dutifully unzip my jeans and take my cock in your mouth, and just lie there, obediently, quietly sucking my cock.

I want you on your side on my bed while I lean over you and take you, one hand on your neck and another grasping your ankle and pushing you forward, holding you still so I can thrust deeply into you. I want you under me, your hands on my arms as I slowly fuck your little body.

Your brute misses you.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

Your brute misses you. I want… well, all sorts of things. You know. The same as last time, only more time for all of it. My poor battered Kitten. (smiling)

I will be asleep before you read this. I have an international call to make in the early hours of the morning, a bad thing to schedule on the last work day of the year, and so I’m calling it a day now.

But I’m thinking of you, and eager to talk to you, and see you, and manhandle you, and have my way with you.

Goodnight, Kitten. Sleep well.

Love,
YOUR Terrible, Awful, Demanding,
Unreasonable Mean Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

I enjoy watching you with other women. I’ve only twice experienced a woman’s orgasm that I didn’t have a part in creating, and both times it was while you were playing with one of your friends. And, both times, I wanted to step in and take over, and have my way with both of you — mostly you.

Whenever I see you with your girlfriends, or even hear about it, I want to reclaim your little body — always aggressively, sometimes roughly. The first time, I wanted to grab you by your hair and push my cock deep into your throat. The second time, of course, that’s pretty much what I did.

More than ever, I want to watch you play with one of your friends, and then take you and dominate you and make you surrender completely while they watch and wonder if they’ll be next.

But, before that, I want my Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

I am thinking about you. I am imagining you with ATYL, the two of you together while I watch you and quietly tell you what to do to her. I imagine telling you how long to make her wait before you finally let her climax, how to touch her, where to kiss her. I imagine you kneeling on the bed with her, when you feel me behind you, my hands on your hips, my cock thrusting deeply into you — but telling you to keep doing what you’re doing to her, not to stop until I tell you you can.

You’re very good about not coming until you’re told, and that’s just one more wonderful thing about my dear submissive Kitten. The next time I have you — and I can hardly wait, my pretty little one — I’m going to make you come again and again, but only when I let you. You can imagine having your own kitten and making her wait, just as I do with you — making her wait, and then prolonging it as long as possible. We’ll do that, too, the next time I have you.

Right now, dear Kitten, I want your lips around my cock. I am obsessed with that, with you kneeling in my bedroom, with you leaning across the seat in the car, with you on your back on my bed. I want you lost in it, overwhelmed by it, feeling powerless and surrendered to the rough thrusting of my cock down your throat, again and again. I’ve been thinking of it all afternoon, and it’s going to distract me until I have you kneeling in front of me again.

I want my Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Impossible, Unreasonable, Demanding,
Outrageous, Awful Mean Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.