Kitten,

The difference between fantasy and reality can be large, not because fantasy is hard to make real, but because reality is simply better.

Reality is you in my bed. That’s best.

Fantasy is you and your own little sub on the couch on your hands and knees, your bottoms in the air, while I beat you both with my belt. Fantasy is the two of you on your knees, both waiting to service your dom. Fantasy is coming all over both of your faces and watching you lick each other clean. It’s a pretty fantasy, and one I’m sure we’ll eventually experience.

But reality is better. Reality, kitten, is you standing naked in my bedroom, waiting quietly for your dom to come in. Reality is me standing behind you, my hand on your throat, telling you what I’ll do to you for the next hour — unless I change my mind and decide to do something else. Reality is me saying “down,” and watching you drop to your knees. Reality is you opening your mouth obediently when I stand in front of you, because that’s what a good sub does. Reality is you choking on my cock, unable to breathe, waiting for me to pull it out a bit so you can gag and cough and swallow before I thrust it back down your throat. Reality is you coming with my cock deep inside you — in your pussy or your throat or your ass. Reality is you struggling to swallow every drop, because I tell you to.

Reality is my fantasy, Kitten. It’s what I daydream about, and it’s what I get every time I have you here. I always get what I want. I want you. I always want you.

Love,
Q.