Kitten,

Tonight, after taxi duties have been fulfilled and if that doesn’t go too late, your dom may — though he has not yet decided — go out and establish his bonafides as a man-about-town. If so, we might not catch up tonight. But don’t worry; the old brute will be safe, moderate, boring as sin — but thinking of you, missing you, and looking forward to seeing you soon.

Soon, and oh the things I’ll do to you, Kitten. I have your wrist and ankle cuffs here; it’s been too long since we last used them, and I think it’s time. I see you on your stomach on my bed, tied down, your legs held apart, your arms bound together above your head. I imagine a pillow beneath your waist, lifting your pretty bottom — red from the beating you’ve already had — up to me.

My poor darling beloved obedient Kitten, you have a challenging day ahead. Choking on my cock will be the least difficult thing you do.

I can hardly wait.

Love,
Your Terrible Q