Kitten,

Such an obedient, dutiful little Kitten. You please me. You always please me.

I know I leave you battered and sore. That pleases me too: I like to know that you have to think of me, that you can’t not think of me, when I’m away. I like you to have that painful ridge under your lip where your teeth pressed against it while my cock was in your mouth.

Poor, sore Kitten.

Love. All of it.

Q.