Kitten,

I am thinking about you. I am imagining you with ATYL, the two of you together while I watch you and quietly tell you what to do to her. I imagine telling you how long to make her wait before you finally let her climax, how to touch her, where to kiss her. I imagine you kneeling on the bed with her, when you feel me behind you, my hands on your hips, my cock thrusting deeply into you — but telling you to keep doing what you’re doing to her, not to stop until I tell you you can.

You’re very good about not coming until you’re told, and that’s just one more wonderful thing about my dear submissive Kitten. The next time I have you — and I can hardly wait, my pretty little one — I’m going to make you come again and again, but only when I let you. You can imagine having your own kitten and making her wait, just as I do with you — making her wait, and then prolonging it as long as possible. We’ll do that, too, the next time I have you.

Right now, dear Kitten, I want your lips around my cock. I am obsessed with that, with you kneeling in my bedroom, with you leaning across the seat in the car, with you on your back on my bed. I want you lost in it, overwhelmed by it, feeling powerless and surrendered to the rough thrusting of my cock down your throat, again and again. I’ve been thinking of it all afternoon, and it’s going to distract me until I have you kneeling in front of me again.

I want my Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Impossible, Unreasonable, Demanding,
Outrageous, Awful Mean Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.