I am distracted tonight by thoughts of my kitten. Loving thoughts, but not gentle thoughts. I want to abuse that little body of yours.

I have work to get done, but the thought of you bent over the end of my bed, or on your hands and knees, or kneeling dutifully while I watch you choke on my cock, keeps drawing my attention away from the things I’m trying to write. I want release, and it’s been too long: I’ve been waiting until I can use you, and now I’m eager and can’t think clearly of anything else.

Want.

Expect a certain amount of discomfort. Expect quite a lot of discomfort. Expect pain; I can guarantee it’s going to hurt.

You’re overdue for a beating, and for other things. Your beast of a Dom is pacing about, restless, selfish, wanting your eager submission.

YOUR
Dom