Monthly Archives: January 2017

Things Undone

Kitten,

Things undone — or, more accurately, things I didn’t do to you the last time I had you. But that I’ll almost certainly do to you the next time, when we have time.

I didn’t make you kneel. I almost always do, but I was being sweet. You’ll have to kneel, next time, and dutifully suck my cock, your head bobbing back and forth as I tell you what a good sub you are.

I didn’t make you come with my cock in your mouth. I think I haven’t done that for awhile, but it will happen soon. I enjoy it so much, to feel you straining to scream, but obediently keeping your lips wrapped around me and doing as I tell you, even as you’re shaking with your orgasm. I like to watch you lying on your back while I lean over you, thrusting into your mouth, touching you, making you touch yourself. I love your vulnerability.

I didn’t take your pretty little ass, Kitten. You know — you must know by now — that I think of it every time I have you, and that, when you’re on your hands and knees and I’m taking you from behind, it’s all I can do to resist the temptation. But there often isn’t time to have you exactly how I want, to make you come again and again as you endure the pain of my big cock in your tight ass.

That will happen the next time you’re here. All of that will happen.

My poor Kitten, so young, and loved, and used and abused.

Your dom wants you — and not entirely gently.

Love,
YOUR Mean, Impossible, Outrageous, Demanding,
Completely Unreasonable, Selfish, Lustful, Loving
Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.

Recovery Night

Kitten,

I will probably be asleep very soon, long before ten tonight. I want to be completely recovered for the next time I get to have you, and sleep seems the best way to get there.

I thought of you today, as I do every day, kneeling beside my bed. Of all the ways I’ve had you, that’s still the most natural, the way I think of you when I’m being your awful dom: kneeling, my hand in your hair, your naked body rocking slowly back and forth as I thrust into your throat.

But, of course, I want you every way.

Your dom misses you.

Love,
YOUR Q.