Kitten,

I watched you dance, so happy and sexy and lovely. And all the time I watched you I thought how much I wanted to walk out onto the dance floor and catch your wrists, and push you slowly to your knees, and grab your hair and make you service your dom while everyone watched.

I want my Kitten. I want an audience, so everyone can see what a good, obedient Kitten you are. But, mostly, I want my Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Your Q.