Kitten,

Every night I think about how much I’d like to have you here. More than that, every day I think about how much I’d like to be involved in everything, the day-to-day stuff and the mornings and evenings. I want to take care of you, all the time and in every way. I want to be part of all the things you do, an insufferably ever-present force in your life, frustratingly invasive and endlessly dominating, always knowing where you are and what you’re doing — and telling you when to come home.

Then, at night, touching you and beating you and thrusting so deeply into you that it hurts. Making terrible, relentless demands, always knowing that you’ll obey like the wonderful little sub you are, never wondering if I’m taking too much or using you too hard, never giving a thought to how exhausted and sore and aching I leave you.

Always loving you, always wanting you, always using you, always taking you.

Always,
YOUR Q