Kitten,

You know I want it all, and I want it all pretty much all the time.

But right now I want you kneeling. I want you here, kneeling on the floor on a pillow at the end of the bed. Kneeling naked, your hands resting on your thighs, waiting for me to finish looking at you and grab your hair and tilt your head back and push my cock into your throat.

Want.

Q.

Kitten,

It had been too long.

I enjoy beating you. I like to see your bottom bright red, with my handprints clear on it. This is something I’ve grown to enjoy more and more over the years, beating you — and not just your bottom, but elsewhere as well.

I also enjoy tormenting you with your orgasms. I like it when you scowl when I hand you your vibrator and tell you to come again. It pleases me. I never care how long you take, and I don’t care how uncomfortable it is for you to keep coming until I let you stop. I like to hear you gasping and crying. And choking.

What an awful beast I must be. Ah, well.

I am eager for next time. I don’t know what I’ll do to you. But that’s okay: I’ll do what I want.

Love,
Q.