I describe the same thing, or variations of it, over and over because I write these things for me, not for you. So I write about what I want; what you want is, as we say, tertiary.

And you know what I want. I want you on your knees. I want you naked, on your knees, your hands resting on your thighs, your mouth open, your eyes down because you’re a good submissive and it’s hard to look up at me. So down, Kitten. On your knees.

When I reach down and grab your breast roughly in my hand and pinch your nipple hard, you can gasp. But don’t move. Good subs don’t pull away — and you’re the best sub, Kitten. As I roll your nipple back and forth between my thumb and finger, pinching it hard, you can bite your lip, you can squeeze your hands into fists, but you can’t pull away. And you know that, and so you never try. My good sub.

And when I reach down to feel how wet you are, if I tell you to spread your legs you’ll do it right away. My good little Kitten. You please me with your quick obedience. And it pleases me that you’re always wet, always ready for me to push my fingers into you or bend you over and take you. Always ready, just like a good sub should be for her mean old dom. And when I tell you to touch yourself, you’ll do that to. That’s a good girl.

But back to what I want, which is for you to service me eagerly and enthusiastically. I want to look down and see you licking the length of my cock, rubbing it on your face, pressing it against your cheek as you kneel there with your mouth open and your eyes closed. I want to see you yield as I grab your hair and pull your head back before thrusting into your open mouth.

That’s what I want, what I always want. I want that complete submission of your lips around my cock, you lost to everything except the feeling of my cock filling your mouth. I want you to suck when I tell you to, to lick when I tell you to, to choke when I tell you to, and to swallow when I fill your mouth.

For the rest of your life, Kitten, this is your duty. Whenever I want, as often as I want, no matter what else you’re doing, you’ll kneel when I tell you to and lose yourself in servicing me. In the car, in the kitchen, in bed — wherever we are, you’ll open your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head of my cock and wait for me to finish, all the while showing your eager obedience.

You’ll do that, Kitten, because that’s your job. I’ll take care of you, Kitten, in as many ways as I can. And you’ll surrender your body to me, every way I tell you to.

Good Kitten. You please me.

Love,
Q.