Kitten,

The next time I have you here, I’m going to be very slow and firm with you. I’m going to hold you down and tell you exactly what to do, and then enjoy you doing it. And I’m going to make you surrender, bit by bit, everything to me.

Love,
Your Brute

Love, Kitten.

xox
Q

[ Out late on taxi duty, K. We might not connect tonight. I miss, want, love you. — Q. ]

Kitten,

I was gentle with you today, more so than I’d planned. The exhaustion of the past couple of weeks finally caught up with me — that, and a host of distractions.

Next time, Kitten, I won’t be gentle. Even now, I’m thinking of the obedience I’m going to demand of you, soon. I’m going to be very demanding. I know you’ll obey — you always do — but I’m going to make sure you understand what will happen if you don’t, how rough I’ll be with you, how thoroughly I’ll spank and fuck your dear little body.

I love your obedience, and I insist on it. You always give me everything I tell you to give me. You will next week, too. I’ll insist.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

I’ll be on late taxi duty (and picking up a couple of things) from about 10:30 until about 11:45 tonight.

I’ve been thinking of you this afternoon, Kitten. I’ve remembered you bent over the foot of my bed, remembered you on your hands and knees, remembered my hand on your neck holding you down against the sheets as I take you from behind.

Soon, Kitten. I’m looking forward to touching you — and to doing some terrible things to your wonderful little body. It’s been too long, little girl, since I had you every possible way.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

You were beautiful today. I keep thinking of you lying there, so obedient, so exhausted, so surrendered to my cock thrusting into your throat, over and over….

Want, Kitten. More. Soon.

On taxi duty in just a few minutes, from about 9:45 until almost 10:45. But thinking of you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’ll be driving my taxi tonight, not sure when but probably at an inconvenient time.

But I’m thinking of you now, and will be then. And you can imagine the things I’m thinking, Kitten, after so long without you. I told you last night what all my thoughts are about, what obsesses me.

You, kneeling.

First, you on your knees while I stand in front of you. It has been far too long, Kitten, since I told you to kneel and watched you drop obediently to your knees. My always obedient, always eager, always submissive Kitten, I need you on your knees again. Soon.

And then on the bed, kneeling again but on your hands and knees this time. I imagine my hand on your neck driving you into the bed as I grasp your hip and take you. When you’re like that, Kitten, you’re so vulnerable, so open to me: I might do anything to you. You know it, and I know how nervous it makes you to be like that, how exposed you feel.

Soon, Kitten, I’ll have you every way. You’ll come, screaming and gasping and sobbing, as I drive myself deep into you. And I won’t give you rest for a long time: after your orgasms, little one, I’ll make you take my cock into your throat, make you choke and gag on it even while your body still shakes from the last orgasm.

I’m feeling particularly aggressive, Kitten. I’ll hold you, of course. I’ll make you feel safe and protected. But I’ll also make terrible and unreasonable demands of you, make you give yourself to me in uncomfortable and challenging ways. When I’m not choking you with my cock, I’ll be fucking you fast and hard and deep, or driving it slowly and relentlessly into your ass. By the time we finish our hours together, Kitten, you’ll be weak, aching, sore, numb, sweaty — dazed and floating.

Soon, before I have a chance to do those other things to you, I’ll tangle my fingers in your hair and push you down, thrusting my cock into your throat as you struggle to breathe. I’ll hold you tightly and fuck your throat, and you’ll feel my cock grow bigger and harder in your mouth as I get close to coming. You’ll close your lips more tightly around my cock, grasp it more firmly with your hand, and swallow as fast as you can when I make those last hard thrusts and fill your mouth.

I’m thinking about you, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

I look at the two of you lying naked on my bed. You’re holding each other, kissing, your breasts pressed together. You’re beautiful, sexy women, and I want you both.

“Come here, both of you. On your hands and knees.”

You both come over to where I’m standing by the side of the bed, and pause, side-by-side, on your hands and knees. Neither of you looks up at me, and I’m pleased by your quiet obedience.

I reach down and run my hands along both of your backs, feeling your warm skin, sliding my fingers into your hair and along your neck. And then I grip both of your necks and push you down onto the bed, so that your shoulders are down and your cheeks are resting against the mattress. You face each other, and your hands grip the sides of the bed. I hold you firmly, and you know you can’t get up even if you want to. Still, neither of you speaks. You’re good submissives, and, again, I’m pleased with you.

“Lift your asses for me, little ones. Spread your legs a little.”

You both raise your bottoms higher and spread your legs, and it’s all I can do to resist taking you both from behind right now. Your naked backs, your vulnerable bodies raised to me, the control I have with my tight grip on your necks as I hold you down — all of these excite me and make me want to throw you around and be a brute with you. But I intend to use you both in all sorts of ways, and so I want to take my time with you.

I continue to hold A down by her neck, but pull you up so that your face is near my cock. A’s eyes are open and she’s watching you as I thrust my cock into your open mouth. I keep a tight grip on your neck, and you put your hands against my thighs as I pull you roughly toward me and drive my cock deep into your throat, again and again. I fuck your throat hard, relentlessly, until you’re gasping and your eyes are watering, and you can barely breathe. We’re at it a long time, longer than I’ve ever made you suck my cock, and you’re growing exhausted, but surrendered to it as my hard cock slides down your throat again and again. All you think about is breathing, obeying, and the fullness of my cock in your mouth and throat.

“Good girl, Kitten. I know that was hard.”

I let push you back down to the bed, my hand never leaving your neck, and you kneel there again, facing A, breathing hard from the rough use I’ve just made of your mouth and throat. You know your lips are a bit swollen, and you know that A, looking at you, can see what a challenge it was to have your throat fucked so hard.

I pull A up, as I had you a moment before.

“Now you, A. Swallow my cock.”

She’s obviously nervous, but she opens her mouth, and I thrust my cock deep into her throat. She can’t take it like you do — she hasn’t had the practice. She chokes and coughs, but she obediently keeps her mouth open as I thrust my hard cock in and out, in and out. She tries hard. Finally I let her rest; it will be a long time before she can take my cock in her throat like you can.

I push her back down, and the two of you lie exhausted, side by side, on the bed, my grip still tight on your necks. You both feel helpless, and the roughness of the throat fucking you just had has left you both exhausted and sore. I let you rest for a few minutes, looking at each other, and I watch you until your breathing returns to normal.

“Turn around, Kitten, and kneel. A, stay where you are and watch as I fuck my Kitten. You may touch her while I fuck her.”

You turn around and, still on your hands and knees, lift your bottom to me. A is on her hands and knees as well, still facing me. She presses her swollen lips against your hip, and then reaches up and touches your breast. I grab your hips to hold you still, and slowly drive my cock into your pussy.

I fuck you with deep slow strokes. A stays near you, watching you, watching my cock slowly penetrate you again and again. She touches you, kisses your back as I continue to thrust into you.

“Kiss her breasts, A. Take her nipples in your mouth. Suck them hard.”

She lies on her back and puts her head beneath you and begins sucking one of your breasts and fondling the other. I thrust more quickly and deeply into you, the thrusts becoming faster and stronger.

“Use your vibrator, Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, and press it against your pussy as my thrusts grow almost too deep and hard. I continue to fuck you, as A pinches and sucks your nipples.

(to be cont’d)

Kitten,

I’m looking forward to continuing this fantasy, the first little story of our club — remembering, of course, that I don’t write fiction here, and that all of this will happen.

I’m eager to describe having both of you girls naked on the bed — naked and wet, open, ready to service your dom. I’m eager to describe what it will be like as I take each of you in turn while the other stays close, watching, holding, and waiting to be possessed. I’m eager to describe it, and eager to make it happen.

But I’m going to pause right now, and focus all my attention on my Kitten.

I’ll take you soon, and we’ll go through all the rituals when I do. You’ll begin standing, almost naked, with my hand on your throat as I tell you what I have planned for you. Then you’ll kneel, of course, as I thrust my cock deep into your throat. By the time I bend you over the foot of the bed and fuck you standing up, your throat will already be sore, your pussy achingly wet.

Then you’ll be on the bed, on your hands and knees, waiting for me to put my cock back into your mouth. You’ll come that way, your first orgasm of the day, with my hand on your head and my hard cock in your throat. You’ll come moaning, gasping, and crying out around my cock.

And the rest of the day, Kitten, will be more of the same: my cock in your mouth, your pussy, your ass, as I pinch your nipples, push you down to the bed, spank you, force your legs apart and take you roughly — make you ache and hurt for my pleasure.

By the end of the day, Kitten, you’ll be in pain. And you’ll know that every pain was something I did to you, something I did while I was enjoying you, some excess, some liberty I felt was mine to take with your naked, vulnerable body. Your sore throat, your swollen pussy, your tender ass, your pink bottom — all the aches and pains are proof of what I already know, that my Kitten obeys, submits, does as she’s told, and is a good girl.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I like the cuffs on you. I suspect they’re a little uncomfortable, as big and heavy as they are. But I like the way they look, and the fact that you really can’t forget that you’re wearing them.

The next time you’re here, Kitten, you’ll wear both the ankle and wrist cuffs, and I’m going to hook them together behind you. And then, with you all bound up that way, I’m going to lay you on your side on the bed and stand and put my cock in your mouth and make you suck me. I’m going to do that for a long time, while you like there, helpless, with my cock in your throat.

Then, little one, I’ll do what I’ve long wanted to do: tie you spread-eagle on the bed, on your stomach, with pillows beneath your waist, and slowly fuck your ass. We never start with that, but I think we will, this next time.

Oh, I’ll use your vibrator on you first. I’ll bring you close to the edge, holding it tightly against your pussy and clitoris. I’ll leave you gasping, your legs quivering from the stimulation. We’ll do that until you’re close to coming, or until I don’t want to wait anymore. And then I’ll drive my cock into your ass, slowly, inch by inch, and have my way with you.

Eventually, after you’re gasping and near tears from the pounding, I’ll untie your hands and pull you up to your knees, and you’ll use your vibrator to come with my cock deep inside you. Only then, finally, after you’ve screamed and collapsed in exhaustion, will I let you rest, Kitten.

But I will. I’ll let you rest for a little while. I’ll want you rested so that you can worship my cock as you do so beautifully — as you did just the other day, Kitten. You’ll worship my cock until I’m ready to take you again, and again. Then, finally, after you’ve come again and I’ve fucked you in every possible way, then I’ll grab your hair and pull your head back as you kneel on your hands and knees in front of me, and I’ll shove my cock into your throat and come, and not let you stop sucking until I’m done.

My good, obedient girl. I want you. I’ll have you soon.

Love,
Sir

She’s had a bit to drink, more than she normally does on a night out with the girls. Now she’s on the dance floor, her slim body swaying suggestively to the music. She looks great, and she feels sexy and attractive in her tight jeans.

Though she doesn’t feel them, she’s aware of the thin leather bracelet on her wrist, and the matching band around her neck. When she thinks of them, she feels her body growing warm.

He watches her. He always watches her, a quiet smile on his face and in his eyes. He notices the other women in the bar, appreciates them – he likes women. But there’s only one he watches, and he always knows where she is and who is near her.

Now he sees her lean toward one of her friends, one she loves, and say something to her over the noise of the band. The women kiss, holding each other briefly and swaying together on the dance floor. Then they pull apart, laugh, and continue dancing.

He smiles. He likes to see his kitten happy, and he likes to see her enjoying her friends.

He looks around the room as he sips his beer, but his eyes return to her every few seconds. He’s thinking about tonight. She’s tipsy, and she’ll be more so before he tells her it’s time to go. She’ll pout a little when he tells her to have her last dance, and he’ll enjoy that: her pouting charms him. But she’ll obey, because she knows he’ll take her away whether or not she wants to go.

He’ll probably drop a friend or two at their homes. Her special friend, the one she’s dancing with now, will be the last, and he expects the two women will sit together in the back seat and play as he drives. But then he’ll drop that one too. And then he’ll take his kitten home with him.

But now, as he slowly drinks his beer and watches her dance, he thinks about the night ahead….

She’ll be a little giddy, a little silly, as they walk into the house. But then he’ll put his hands on her waist and hold her still and look into her eyes – and she’ll drop her eyes and become quiet. He’ll kiss her, lightly, on the lips. His hand will slide up to the back of her neck and hold her, tipping her head back slightly, and she’ll make a small moan, a whimper, and stand very still with her hands held out just a little from her body. Waiting.

He’ll say: “Kitten, go to the bathroom. Then go to my bedroom and undress, down to your bra and panties. And then wait for me.”

He won’t have to tell her twice. He won’t have to tell her to have her eyes cast down and her wrists crossed. She’ll know what to do, and she always does as he tells her. She’ll answer: “Yes, Sir.” And then she’ll obey.

Tonight he’ll put her risk cuffs on her while she stands mostly naked before him. Then he’ll push her down to the floor and tie her wrists to the foot of the bed, her arms apart. And then he’ll do what he’s been anticipating all night: he’ll stand in front of her as she slowly takes his cock deep in her throat. He won’t be rough with her, not this way, not tonight. When she’s this tipsy, he likes to just slowly fuck her mouth, and to watch her do what he tells her: to lick his cock, to be still as he rubs it wetly against her cheek, and to look up at him as she slowly takes him back into her mouth.

Eventually, after he’s enjoyed her lips and throat around his cock, and when she’s squirming and eager to be touched, he’ll untie her and lift her onto the bed.

He’ll lay her on her stomach, pull her up to her knees, and take her from behind, his hand on the middle of her back holding her shoulders firmly down against the bed. He’ll take her and fuck her, slowly, deeply, relentlessly, his fingers in her ass, as she obediently holds the vibrator against her clitoris. He won’t let her stop, he won’t stop fucking her, won’t stop filling her, won’t stop telling her what to do.

She’ll scream when she comes, and even then he won’t let her stop. He’ll tell her to keep the vibrator on her pussy as he drives his cock even deeper into her, as his fingers thrust more urgently into her. Her tired body will shake, she’ll want to collapse, but she won’t until he lets her.

And then she’ll lie on the bed, on her stomach, moaning, almost crying, as he slowly thrusts his cock into her a few more times before lowering himself down onto her and holding her shivering body.

That’s all ahead, when she stops dancing. He knows it, and she can guess. He smiles, and watches her dance.

Kitten,

I don’t enjoy causing you pain, but I don’t mind it, either. Making you uncomfortable isn’t my goal. Taking and possessing you, breaking you to my will, having complete freedom to use your body for my own pleasure, those are my goals. That’s what I want.

If ramming my cock deep into your throat makes you choke and gag, makes your throat ache, I don’t mind. I know I’ll let you breathe, eventually. It doesn’t bother me if you can barely swallow fast enough, if  you cough or throw up from having my cock so far down your throat. I’ll still tangle my hand in your hair, pull your head back, and thrust into you again. I’ll still fuck your mouth without thinking about your comfort. I want you to surrender, and I want you to know that I own your body and can do with it as I please.

When I have you kneeling on the bed, your face pressed down against the mattress, and I’m slowly driving my cock into your ass, I know that hurts you. That doesn’t stop me — it won’t ever stop me. I want you to know that I can fuck your ass — or your throat, or your pussy — any time I want, and that I will, even if you try to pull away. I’m stronger than you, I enjoy overpowering you, and I want nothing more than to drive my cock deep into you again and again.

And when I’m sitting back against the pillows, and I tell you, Kitten, to come and worship my cock, I want you to throw yourself into it. I want you to obey, eagerly, submissively, rubbing my hard cock all over your face, running your lips along it, sucking it as you swirl your tongue around the head. When I take over, when I put my hand on your head and say “all the way, Kitten. Take it all,” I want you to take my cock into your throat no matter how hard it is, and to keep it there until I let you up. Over and over, again and again, as I shove my cock deep into you, I want you to obediently wait for me to release you so you can gasp for breath and run your lips eagerly over my cock again.

And then, Kitten, when I come, when my cock suddenly swells in your mouth, I want you to suck it, and to taste me on your tongue, and to swallow every drop and then keep licking and sucking my cock until I tell you you can stop.

I don’t want to hurt you, but I want to take everything, take you every possible way, and leave you weak and surrendered. And I don’t mind at all if that’s difficult or uncomfortable — or painful — to you. Obey, and give me what I want.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Look at these.

I have four, Kitten, one for each wrist and ankle. They’re solid, strong enough to hold you no matter how hard you struggle. The clips are heavy, and will let me quickly bind you once the cuffs are on you.

Soon, little one, I’ll tell you to undress, and to bring me your cuffs. And you’ll obey: you’ll walk to where we keep them, take them down, and bring them to me. And then I’ll tell you to turn around, Kitten, and to give me your wrists. Again, you’ll obey, and you’ll put your arms behind your back and wait for me to fasten the cuffs on you.

Then you’ll kneel, Kitten, still facing away from me, and I’ll fix the cuffs to your ankles.

Some days, I’ll clip your wrists to your ankles, and you’ll be unable to move. You’ll be trapped on your knees, your hands pinned behind your back. Then I’ll step around and grab your roughly by your hair, pull my cock out of my pants and press it against your lips, and tell you to swallow it. And you will, as I fuck your mouth and throat while you’re helpless to do anything except moan and squirm.

Often, Kitten, our days will start like that, and long before I have you on the bed you’ll be sore from having my cock thrust down your throat.

But I will, finally, lay you on the bed. I’ll put you on the bed sideways, Kitten, so that your head is near the edge. I’ll unfasten you long enough to have you lie down on your stomach, a cushion under your hips, as I fasten your wrists and ankles to the bed so that you’re spread eagle, open and exposed. And then, Kitten, I’ll make you come. I’ll put the vibrator against your clitoris — the larger vibrator at first, and later the smaller one — and keep it there until you’re close to coming, and then thrust my fingers deeply into you as you finally surrender to your orgasm.

And then I’ll fuck you. I’ll leave you tied, and kneel between your legs and drive my cock deep into you. I’ll fuck you, spanking you occasionally, watching you struggle against the bindings as I slam into you, over and over.

On some days, little one, after I’ve fucked you for a long time, and after I’ve stood by the bed and pulled your head up and rammed my cock deep into your throat — after all that, Kitten, I’ll kneel behind you again and drive my cock, inch by inch, into your ass. You’ll struggle and gasp, cry out, try to pull away. I’ll keep going, slowly, an inch at a time, until you stop struggling and begin to enjoy the sensation of my cock deep inside you. I’ll fuck your ass as long and as hard as I like, until you’re lost in the sensation, helpless, completely surrendered to it.

Finally, I’ll unfasten your hands and pull you to your knees, and you’ll use the vibrator to make yourself come, again and again, while my cock continues to thrust deep into you. You’ll come crying and screaming, aching for release, and I’ll keep fucking you until you collapse on the bed in a shivering heap.

Then I’ll hold you and let you rest for a little while, until I’m ready to do something more to you.

Love,
Sir

… I will be blogging tonight. Late, but tonight.

Love,

Sir

Kitten,

My God. I just read your latest comment. My dear good girl, your submission is wonderful. I’m going to make you cry, and moan, and ache, and come. I’m going to leave you exhausted.

I’ll write a longer note soon, one that talks about your ankles and wrists cuffed and tied, and about the good girl you are to bring me the things I need, so obediently, when I command you. And how you’ll kneel, endlessly, with your arms bound behind your back as I make you take my cock deep in your throat, over and over and over….

Love,
YOUR Querido

[ My Darling Kitten, I am just heading out now, at 10:30, to play taxi — with two extras to drop off.
At least an hour, perhaps a little more. Find me late, or tomorrow as soon as you can. Love, Q. ]

Kitten,

At this minute, you’re entertaining people, talking to friends, enjoying yourself. You’re talkative, vivacious, outgoing, independent.

You’re free. Right now, no one is telling you what to do. No one is telling you to be still, to kneel. To obey.

Ah, but soon, my little Kitten. Soon I’ll take away all your choices. Soon, my obedient little one, you’ll kneel when I tell you to, swallow my cock when I tell you to, spread your legs when I tell you to. I’ll tell you to be still and you’ll obey. You’ll lie there without moving, submitting to whatever I want to do to you. As I take you, you’ll fight the urge to try to escape, to try to pull back from my big hard cock as it slowly thrusts into you. You want to obey; you also know that I won’t let you go, won’t let you pull away, and won’t stop until I’m deep inside you, thrusting and pounding against you.

And after that, Kitten, I’ll begin making those hard demands of your little body — the ones that make you shake your head and want to say “no.” But, again, you know it does no good: I’m going to use your body for my pleasure, push you to your limits, leave you bruised and aching and spent. It’s been too long since my cock has been deep in your throat, pussy, and ass, and it’s time for all of that. It’s time to break my Kitten, just a little.

So enjoy your freedom right now, Kitten. You’ll surrender it soon — all of it — and I’ll have my way with you.

Sir

Kitten,

I am in a mood to tell you what to do. As much as I enjoy the sex, as much as I enjoy your body naked beneath me as I touch you and look at you, still it’s commanding you that pleases me most — commanding you and watching you obey.

I want that. I crave that, your submission and obedience. It’s a kind of sex all by itself, watching you drop to your knees or obediently hold very still when I know you want to reach out to me. While our sex is often fast and hard, all deep pounding thrusts, the other things — the obedience things — are best taken slowly. I want to stand behind you, barely touching your almost naked body, as I breathe you in and slowly run my fingertips along your waist, over your hips, down your thigh. I want to hear you moaning softly with anticipation before my hand closes around your throat and you close your eyes and part your lips in surrender.

Slowly. That’s how I want you now, Kitten. I want to make you stand, your back to me, as my hands first cup, and then manhandle, your breasts; as my hand slips between your legs to feel your wetness; as I tip your head back and tell you, quietly but firmly, what I’m going to demand of you. And then, Kitten, I want you to drop slowly to your knees, and wait — patiently, eagerly, helplessly — while I take my time standing in front of you and taking out my cock, tangling my fingers in your hair, tipping back your head, and telling you to take me in your mouth.

I want to hold your head as I slowly fuck your mouth and throat for a long time, Kitten. And then, little one, I want to make you lie on your back on the bed, make you lie still, make you wait as I pull aside your panties and spread your lips and slip my fingers into you. I want to see you squirming but unwilling to move, because you want to be obedient.

When I take you, Kitten, my cock so slowly pressing into you, I want you to know what I’m imagining: that you’re on a table in a bar, that I’ve just shoved everything off of it on to the floor and pushed you down on your back on the table top, yanked your skirt up and your panties down, and that I’m fucking you in front of strangers — strangers who can’t stop staring at this sexy woman who is so eager to please her dominant man.

Later, I’ll roll you over on to your knees and tell you to lift your ass to me, Kitten, and very, very slowly thrust my cock into you, grasping your hips so that you can’t pull away. Then, Kitten, I’ll fuck you slowly and well, until the pain is pleasure and you come loudly, and it doesn’t end because I don’t stop thrusting into you.

Love,
YOUR Querido

[ Kitten, post-movie taxi duty until 10:45 or so. — Your Querido ]

Kitten,

I said it was time for something new. I think it is. I can think of several things I want to do to you, Kitten. Not all of them involve tying you up in new and extreme ways — though some do.

But what I want soon, Kitten, is to tie you to the cushion again, on your stomach, and take your ass while you’re helpless and completely unable to move. I enjoy it when you try to get away, when you grab the head of the bed and try to pull yourself away from my thrusting cock. But I’ll enjoy it just as much when you’re strapped tightly to the big, heavy leather cushion, exposed, vulnerable, immobile.

When I have you that way, Kitten, I’ll take my time. I’ll open you slowly, touch you, perhaps spank you. I’ll make you take me in your mouth while I hold your head very still. And then, little one, I’ll very slowly push my big, hard cock into your ass, inch by inch, my hand tangled in your hair pulling your head back and holding you tightly in place.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Brute

[ K, taxi from 9:30pm until 10:30pm, ish. Love, Q. ]

Kitten,

We’ll do all the things we do, but mostly we’ll make love. As wonderful as it was last time, there wasn’t enough lovemaking.

But, as I said, we will do everything.

Eagerly, Lustily,
Your Querido

“Kitten, listen to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You’re on the bed, on your hands and knees facing the edge of the bed where I’m standing. I look down at you as I slide my fingers along your neck, under your hair, and then lightly brush my knuckles against your cheek, appreciating how quietly and obediently you wait for me to continue.

“Kitten, it doesn’t matter to me how hard I am on you, or how uncomfortable I make you. What matters to me is that you submit and obey. You know, don’t you Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes. I know you know it, because you always obey. You’re always wonderful, Kitten, wonderfully obedient. I love you for that, my dear little one.”

As I’m talking I unfasten my jeans and pull out my cock. I’m hard — big, and hard. My hand slips into your hair and pulls it together behind your head, grabs a handful of it and pulls back, lifting your face toward me.

“Take me in your mouth, Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, as my cock slips between your lips.

“Good girl. That’s right. I’m going to thrust into your throat, and I’m not going to warn you first, Kitten. Breathe when you can.”

You can’t answer, but you moan, and I push my cock deeper into your mouth. I run my other hand along your naked back, slide it toward your ass — and then grip your head tightly and push my cock into your throat. You gag for a moment, and then your lips are around the base of my cock as I hold you there, and you wait. You wait for me to let you breathe. I do, before you panic, before you have to struggle to get free.

“Good girl! That’s just what I want, Kitten” I say as you gasp for breathe. Then I suddenly thrust my cock into your throat again, catching you by surprise, and you know it’s going to be a long, hard few hours in bed with me, and that you’re going to end up sore and broken and exhausted.

And you surrender as I fuck your throat, over and over, without warning, my hand tight against the back of your head.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

[ Kitten, it may be closer to 11:00 before the taxi duty ends. Your Querido ]

Kitten,

Missing you. Find me, any way, any time.

I had an unsettling encounter this morning — nothing serious, but unsettling nonetheless — and I want you near. Call if you can.

Your
Q

Kitten,

My want for you is an ache tonight. I’m counting the hours until I can possess you.

I don’t know, right now, if I will be rough with you. I do know that I’ll be completely, relentlessly, controlling. I’ll be as demanding as I ever am — more so than usual. I want your utter and abject submission. For a few hours, I want you to exist to yield to me, to obey me, and to please me. And, my darling Kitten, I won’t give you any choice but to surrender to me.

So come to me, Kitten. Kneel for me. Show me your devotion and obedience with your lips, mouth, and tongue. Forget everything except the feel of my cock in your mouth and my hand on your neck. Lie still on your back when I put you there, spread your legs when I tell you to, and grasp the sheets tightly as my cock opens you and fills you.

Be my obedient little Kitten, doing everything you’re told, enduring everything, knowing how much you’ll hurt later, but submitting to it now to please your demanding brute of a dom. Give yourself away completely, knowing that I’ll take care of you after, after I’ve made you shake and gasp and cry out — after I’ve broken you, my little one.

Fifteen, Kitten. And I’m aching for you.

Love,
Sir

[ K, Finished taxi duty by 10:15, I think. — Q. ]

Kitten,

I’m going to have you tied, restrained, open, helpless, while I take my time possessing you in every possible way. Slowly, roughly, relentlessly. Completely.

I’m going to do outrageous things to you, push you past your limits, and break you down.

Love,
Sir

[ K, Taxi duty until approximately 10:30, I estimate. — Q. ]

Kitten,

Work with that? Oh, Kitten, I’m going to work you over. I’ll take care of you, too. But I’m going to have my way with you, and it’s going to be thorough — as thorough as our time will allow.

Wanting,
Sir

Kitten,

I don’t want to use a lot of words right now. You know what I’m going to do to you when you get here: whatever I want, everything I want. You know it’s going to be uncomfortable, it’s going to hurt. You know you’ll be a little bit afraid, but that you’ll surrender anyway and accept that you’re overpowered and overwhelmed and that you don’t have any choice. And you know that, when it’s over, you’re going to be weak, and that you’ll be sore for days.

You know that I’m going to use your body, without hesitation, without restraint. I’m going to make you come, make you cry out, break you — and then make you lie before me with your mouth open while I fuck your throat until I come.

Finally, and only after I’ve possessed you, owned you, so completely, I’ll hold you close and let you settle, help you back, make you feel safe and protected and loved.

Forty-two hours.

Love,
Sir

My God, Kitten. That was beautiful.

Want.

Sir

Kitten,

Your Querido is feeling selfish.

What I want, my darling little one, is to sit back comfortably in my chair while you kneel, naked, between my legs, and suck my cock for hours.

I imagine your elbows resting on my legs, my fingers gliding through your hair. From time to time I slip my hand around your neck and hold you still, or take your head in both hands and slowly guide it up and down.

Sometimes I command you. “All the way down, Kitten. Now.” Then I thrust into your throat and hold you there, tightly, and you wait for me to let you up to breathe. While you wait, you hold your hands just above my legs, not touching me, knowing I’ll release you in time. Trusting me, depending on me, knowing you don’t have any choices — but knowing that I won’t keep my cock so deep for too long.

Usually, after I thrust into your throat like that, I give you a little rest. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I do it two or three times in a row, so that you barely have a chance to breathe between my deep thrusts. Then your eyes water, and you can’t swallow fast enough, and you gasp and gag when I pull my cock out of your throat. Finally I take it out of your mouth and rest it against your face, and you slide your cheek up and down the length of my hard cock, holding it against you, feeling it against your skin, before I thrust it back into your throat.

Always, I watch you. Always, when you take my cock in your mouth, I watch you. I watch your lips sliding down my cock, I hold your hair out of your face so that I can see you better. I look at your fingers curled around my shaft, holding it tightly, as your lips move wetly along. I tell you to look at me, knowing how hard it is for you, but you do: I meet your eyes for just a moment before you close them again and suck hard on my cock. And I push your head back down and hold it tightly, without warning, as you hold your breath and feel my cock in your throat.

Kitten, you’ll suck my cock with your hands tied in front of you, tied behind your back, tied to the bed. You’ll do it kneeling, sitting, standing bending over, on your hands and knees. In my car, in my bed, in my office. In a hotel room, for hours on end. Always, everywhere, every chance I have, I’ll make you kneel, I’ll take your chin in my hand and tell you to hope your mouth, to “look at me, Kitten. Open your mouth. Good girl.” And I’ll have you.

Love,
And Selfishly,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I’ve told you before, and it’s true: I love it when you come, particularly when I’m inside you.

I like the way you cry out and almost collapse as you’re coming, when I’m behind you and my cock is moving slowly inside you. I like the way you try to pull away from the intensity of it. I don’t let you, I grab your hips and hold you still so I can keep thrusting into you, grab your neck so you can’t move forward on the bed. And then, finally, when I let you collapse, let you stretch out your legs and lie down, I enjoy the way your little body shakes and shudders as you lie beside me, against me.

I was an awful brute. I was particularly hard on your throat as you were coming, insisting that you take my cock so deeply when you were right on the edge — and then not letting you stop even as you were coming. I enjoy your vulnerability at that moment, how weak and helpless you are. I like that you’re exhausted, that you can barely move and breathe, let alone take my cock in your throat again. But you do, my obedient little Kitten. You always do exactly what I tell you to do, no matter how hard, no matter how much I choke you, strain you, push you.

I do love my sweet, submissive Kitten.

YOUR
Querido

[ K., probably driving from 9:15pm to 10:30pm. — Q. ]

Kitten,

I could have watched you in the mirror for another hour. I should have. I will next time. I can’t describe how good it is to watch you serving me so devotedly, so completely.

I was a brute, Kitten, and I know it. And you were wonderfully obedient. You’re a good girl, and you always please me well. Even when you want to say no, even when you’re afraid, even when I insist on doing things to you that you know will hurt, or that will take a long time and strain you, even then you do what I tell you.

I feel fortunate, Kitten, to have found such a submissive and enthusiastic woman as you are.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Let me be very specific, because my need — and it is a need, and an aching need — is very specific: I need you to come to me and yield to me and obey me, to surrender yourself to me and give me everything I demand.

I need your submission.

My mind is filled with the image of you standing, nearly naked, and waiting for me, your eyes downcast, your hands clasped in front of you. I can’t stop thinking about you dropping to your knees, and of watching in the mirror as you lean forward and take my cock in your mouth, your back arched, your hands pressed against my thighs.

I hear you moaning as I tell you not to move, to spread your legs and lie perfectly still as I slowly thrust into you. I watch you, watch you struggle to keep your hands resting on the bed beside you, as I told you to do. Your lips are parted, and I imagine kneeling beside you, the head of my cock pressed against them. Soon, but not before I drive too long and too hard and too deep into you and make you wince and gasp and tighten your grip on the sheets as you endure the pain.

I need you, Kitten. I need to possess, command, own your little body.

Soon.

Love and lust and desire,
YOUR Querido

[ Kitten, you should be sleeping soundly now. Sleep on, while I think of you. — Querido ]

Kitten,

I know you don’t like waiting, but I like the thought of making you wait, and so I will.

I’ll stand with my hand on your throat, you naked except for your bra and panties. I’ll tell you what I have planned for you, Kitten: that I”m going to make you kneel naked on your pillow and touch yourself while I sit and watch you; that I’ll take my cock out and slowly stroke it while you kneel before me; and that I’ll watch as you obediently hold the vibrator against your pussy until you have your first orgasm of the day. I’ll tell you all those things while you stand almost naked in front of me, your back pressed against my chest. I’ll describe my hand between your legs, my fingers spreading your lips and feeling your wetness. I’ll tell you that, yes, I’m going to fuck your ass today — fuck it long and hard, making you come with my cock deep inside you so the orgasms rolls on and on.

Then we’ll do all those things. I’ll be tempted — you’ll know I’m tempted — to stand up when you get close to coming, and to stand in front of you and put my cock in your mouth so that you moan and gasp around it when you come. But I won’t: I’ll just watch you. I’ll watch as your legs shake, as your body shivers from the pleasure. Finally, when you come, when you cry out drop the vibrator and feel like collapsing on the floor — then, Kitten, I’ll stand and pick you up, and I’ll lay you down on the bed. I’ll hold you against me, your face against my chest, for just a few moments before I tell you to be still, not to move at all — and to spread your legs.

You’ll struggle to be still as I enter you. I’ll go slowly, so that you feel the head of my cock opening you, feel the shaft slowly sliding into you. You’ll be very still, because I told you to be still, and because you know that I’ll grab you and hold you down if you try to move or pull away. Even when I’m deep — too deep — inside you, you’ll bite your lip and grasp the covers and try to be silent, because you know that’s what I want and what I’ll insist on.

You’ll be still a long time, Kitten, as I slowly, rhythmically, relentlessly fuck you. My hand under your bottom will tip you up to me, my hand on your throat will remind you not to move, not to struggle, not to try to pull away from my too-deep thrusting. Just surrender to it, Kitten, as you’ll have to surrender to so much more before the day is don. As you’ll have to surrender to my cock in your ass, and in your throat, and thrusting fast in and out of your mouth, endlessly, so that you can barely breathe. Just surrender, do as you’re told, and know that I’m proud of you for being such a good girl.

Soon. Not soon enough, but soon. And inevitable.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I just read your comments.

God, but you please me! Want.

Love,
Sir

[ Kitten — Around until probably 11:00, and then doing the taxi thing for an hour or so. Earlier is better, tonight.  — Your Querido ]

My Kitten,

I’m not often left without words, but I am now. You were — and are — incredible. And you please me, my little one, more than I can tell you right now.

I miss you, but most of all I want to know you’re well tonight and that you didn’t crash. Tell me how you are. And find me if you can.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m going to take you in my arms and talk to you, kiss you, take your coat and warm your coffee.

I’m going to send you to my room.

I’m going to stand behind you, my hand on your throat, and appreciate the feel of you as my other hand slides down your body.

I’m going to tell you to undress.

I’m going to make you kneel and slowly, inch by inch, take my cock down your throat.

I’m going to lay you on your back on the bed and command you to be still — so very still — as I slowly enter you and make love to you a long time.

And, dear obedient little Kitten, after you’ve come with my cock in your pussy and my cock in your throat, after you’ve worshiped my cock beautifully, with wanton devotion, after you’ve spread your legs for me again so that I can make love to you a second time, a third time even — after all that, Kitten, I’ll say to you:

“On your hands and knees, Kitten.”

Then I’ll push your shoulders to the bed, my hand tight on the back of your neck, and hold you down as I slowly, relentlessly, inevitably take your ass. And you’ll come one more time, Kitten, with my cock deep inside you, your legs shaking, your body tense from the endless deep thrusting of my cock.

And after all that, Kitten, after you’re bruised and sore and aching and sweaty and exhausted, after all that you’ll still have one last thing to do for me, one last thing to do to please your Querido.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

It’s been a long time since I’ve written here. Having you in real life is always best.

Next time, Kitten, I’m going to be thorough with you — thorough and relentless.

It’ll start with my hand on your throat as you stand before me, your back to me.

“Take off your clothes, Kitten, while I stand behind you and watch you. Everything except your bra and panties.”

I’ll wait for you to answer “yes, Sir,” and then release your throat and step back to watch you. When you’re almost naked, I’ll touch your body, breathe lightly on your neck, and then slip my hand around your throat again and tell you what I’m going to do to you.

“Reach back and feel how hard I am, Kitten.”

You’ll reach back and feel my cock through my jeans, feel how big and hard it is. You’ll think of how it will feel as you kneel and take it into your mouth and throat. You imagine me thrusting into you as I make love to you. You wonder if you’ll be able to take it when you’re on your hands and knees and I push your shoulders down and tell you to raise your ass for me. You wonder, but you know that I’ll make you take it, that I won’t stop no matter how uncomfortable or challenging it is — and that, eventually, the pain will turn to pleasure as I drive my cock deep into you.

You’ll think those things, and then you’ll hear me tell you to kneel, feel my hands on your shoulders pushing you down. And you’ll obey, and wait, almost naked, while I look at you and then finally step around and stand in front of you and tell you to take out my cock and put it in your mouth.

Later, a long time later, after you’ve come too many times, and worked so hard to take my cock in your throat again and again, and ached from my thrusting deep into your body, and been grabbed and pinched and knocked down and used hard and selfishly by your demanding Querido — after all that, Kitten, you’ll lie beside me, curled against me, shivering from the intensity of it all, your heart gradually slowing as you settle beside me.

I’m going to possess you, Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Sir

My Kitten,

Lie back and spread your legs for me. Good girl.

“Be still, Kitten.”

Be still while I take hold of your throat and hold you gently but firmly down on the bed. Be still while I kneel beside you, my cock hard, only inches from your breast, and reach my hand down between your legs.

“Are you wet, Kitten?”

Be still as my fingers slowly open and explore you, spread your labia and feel how wet you are.

“Yes, Sir.”

My hand on your throat tightens slightly as I slowly turn your head to the side, my finger along your jaw holding you very still.

“You’re a good girl, Kitten. Be still while I enjoy your body.”

“Yes, Sir.” Your voice shakes just a little as you whisper it.

I slip two fingers deeply into you, my palm pressing against your clitoris. I lean forward and kiss your cheek, your neck just below the ear. I move slowly, deliberately, never releasing my grip on you.

Your hands move, lift slightly as my fingers thrust hard into you.

“Kitten. Don’t move.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I pause and wait for you to settle, and then begin thrusting my fingers into you again. I know you want to squirm, want to move, but you’re behaving well. Your lips are parted, your breathing fast and shallow.

I lean close and speak slowly and clearly: “Kitten, I’m going to release you. Don’t move. Don’t turn your head. Don’t move your hands. Be perfectly still. Do you understand me, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. Don’t move.”

“That’s right. Good girl.”

I release you, and moments later you feel me between your legs, my thighs brushing the insides of yours. And you know that I’m about to thrust my big, hard cock deep into you. But you don’t move, because I’ve told you to be still, and you’re obeying me.

And then my cock enters you, filling you, and you gasp and tip your head back and suddenly my body is on top of you, holding you down, and my cock is deep inside you, so deep it hurts, filling you completely and making it hard to breathe.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

I’m glad we talked about the dom/sub relationship and how to manage feelings after I’ve ravished you. I’m glad because I didn’t really want to become more gentle. Far from it.

No, what I want is to gradually bring you back to the point of complete submission, and then to reduce you to a screaming, aching, shivering little girl — and then, eventually, to slowly and very gently hold you, comfort you, and bring you back to normal.

Love,
Sir

[ Taxi duty: Leaving at midnight for after-movie pickup. ~ Q. ]

Kitten,

Today was, in its own way, as good as yesterday.

And both were wonderful.

Love,
Querido

Kitten,

The first time you came, when you said you couldn’t stop crying, I loved that. You know I want to break you, to leave you weak and shaking. Yes, I was rough with you, demanding: I didn’t give you much rest, and I did thrust awfully hard into your throat. I knew you were near your limits, and that excited me. It excites me now, thinking about it.

I’m sorry we ran out of time, because I really did want to thrust my cock deep into your ass. I will next time. There just wasn’t time to do that and still hold your head tightly and ram my cock over and over into your mouth.

I’m glad you’re sore, and very glad you’re happy about it. You please me greatly, Kitten. You’re wonderfully submissive, incredibly sexy, and I can’t get enough of your little body. When you were on your hands and knees and I told you to turn around so I could fuck you, it was so exciting to watch you wait obediently for me, your ass lifted up to me, your shoulders down on the bed.

I want more, soon, beginning with you kneeling again for me. I want everything, Kitten. Come to me.

Your
Querido

[ Kitten, Saturday night I’ll be doing taxi duty until 11:00, or perhaps even a little later.
I’ll update this as soon as I’m back. — Q. ]

Kitten,

Let me tell you some of what’s going to happen the next time I have you here.

After I’ve taken your coat; after I’ve held you, looked at you, kissed you, and run my hands over your body; after I’ve welcomed you back after so long away; after all that I’ll give you the first of many instructions, orders, commands you’ll receive that day.

“Kitten, go get comfortable, and then go to my room, undress, and stand, naked, waiting for me. Now.”

You’ll do as you’re told, because you obey me, and I’ll walk in to my room a little while later to find you naked, eyes downcast, hands clasped in front of you. You’ll feel self-conscious, because I usually make you keep your bra and panties on, but I didn’t today. And I’ll take my time before I touch you, walking around you, standing close behind you, looking at you.

Then, finally, I’ll run one finger along your neck, down your shoulder, and then glide my hand down your back to your waist. I’ll grip your hip, not too tightly but firmly enough that you know I won’t let you get away. And you’ll moan and shiver just a little, as my other hand slips around your throat and holds you tightly.

I’ll talk to you, quietly, casually. I’ll tell you some of what’s coming, some of what I’m going to tell you here.

“Kitten, I’m going to be demanding today. I’m going to push you to your knees in just a moment, push you down and hold your head in my hand and drive my cock very slowly into your mouth — and deep into your throat. I’m going to take my time with you, directing you, holding your head tightly and giving you no control at all. I’m just going to take your mouth and throat, however I want: I’m going to use you that way for my pleasure, until I’m ready to lay you down and do other things to you.

“Kitten, all you have to do is breathe. That’s your job — your only job. You don’t even have to think about anything else.”

And that’s what will happen, Kitten, a few minutes later. By the time I’ve finished with you kneeling in front of me, your throat will already be growing sore, and you’ll still have hours of my cock in your mouth ahead of you.

I’ll lay you on the bed, on your back, and tell you to spread your legs. I’ll probably put a pillow under your hips, to tip you up to me just as I like you best. I’ll touch you, slide my fingers into you and slowly along your labia, around your clitoris, back into you. I’ll touch you with one hand while I hold you down by your throat with the other. At some point I’ll tell you to hold my cock in your hand, and you’ll do that. You’ll feel how big and hard I know, know how excited I am to be in you again. And you’ll worry, just a little, about how that big cock that’s already strained your throat is going to fit in your tight pussy, and about how much that’s going to hurt.

And then I’ll kneel between your legs, Kitten, and slowly, inch by inch, push my cock deep into you. You’ll feel the head enter your pussy, feel it spread your lips, feel me move in and out in small thrusts to cover my cock with your wetness before I drive it deeper into you. As I go deeper, I’ll lean forward until my face is near yours, until I can kiss you on the lips as my cock sinks deeper and deeper into you. My hand will tighten on the back of your neck, my other hand will press against the small of your back and hold you against me, and my thrusting will grow deeper and faster and firmer until I’m slamming my cock into your body with each long hard thrust.

We’ll do that for a long time, Kitten, and more than once. We’ll do everything else, too: you’ll worship my cock, and you’ll do it so very well, with such devotion and enthusiasm; and you’ll lie on your stomach while I thrust my big, hard cock slowly into your ass — and then lie on your back on top of me while I continue to fuck your ass and also slip two fingers into your pussy, filling you so intensely.

And you’ll come, Kitten. We’ll take time for that, too. You’ll come, and every time my cock will be in you, in your mouth or your pussy or your ass. You’ll come with long, drawn-out, crashing and exhausting orgasms. I might let you rest for a moment after you do, before I grab your neck tightly in my hand and push your head down on my stomach and tell you to “worship my cock again, Kitten.”

36.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I want you.

I want to make you yield to me, to lay you down and make you open yourself and wait for me to take you. I want to demand your obedient surrender. I want to slowly, deliberately, make you take my cock deeply and in every possible way.

I want to say “worship my cock, Kitten,” and watch you wrap your hands around it, kiss it, rub it on your face, and show me that there’s nothing in the world that you want as much as the feel of my cock on your cheek, lips, tongue, and in your throat.

I want to thrust without warning, deep into your throat, so that you lift your hands as if to press them against my thighs — but stop yourself before you do, and wait for me to release you. I want to do that over and over, until you’re gasping and choking, your eyes watering, and I say “good girl, I know that’s hard. Again, Kitten,” and thrust again, deeply, and hold your head against me as my cock swells in your throat.

I want to tell you to roll on to your back and spread your legs, and watch you lie there obediently as I prepare to enter you. As I drive my cock slowly, relentlessly into you, you’ll try to slide up the bed to avoid me filling you so completely. You know I won’t let you, that I’ll grab your hips or your shoulders or your thighs and pull you back to me: I’m going to bury my cock in you, Kitten, and never let you pull away until I’m ready to release you.

And I want — you knew this was coming, Kitten — to tell you to get on your hands and knees, your ass in the air, and wait for my big cock to enter you, slowly, painful inch by inch, until finally the fullness of my cock sliding in and out of your ass changes from pain to pleasure and you begin to rock your body back against me. You’ll come like that, Kitten, my cock deep inside you, my fingers digging into your hips and holding you tightly against me.

I want it all, Kitten. And I’ll have it all, soon. And you’ll have nothing to do but obey, from the moment you arrive until when, much later, you depart. You’ll obey, or I’ll pick you up and lay you down and make you obey, but in any case I’ll have my way with you, slowly and relentlessly and utterly. And before we finish, Kitten, you’ll be exhausted, shaky, aching, sore, and needing to be held close and comforted after hours of hard use.

I’m going to be an awful brute. And I can hardly wait, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

“Be still.” When I say that to you, Kitten, I’m not calming you. I’m telling you to hold still, warning you that, if you move, I’m going to grab you and put you where I want you. If I want to calm you, I’ll tell you to breathe, to relax, to slow down and settle. But when I tell you to be still, it’s because I’m about to do something to you, to take you in some way, and I want you to obediently wait for it.

“Kitten, lift your ass to me.” And when I tell you that, Kitten, you know exactly what I want. I want you to offer your pussy and your ass to me, to make yourself open to me, defenseless and vulnerable. Every time I tell you that, you know I’m going to use your vibrator on you, or thrust my cock into your pussy, or slowly drive it into your ass. Always, that’s what’s about to happen when I tell you to kneel on your hands and knees and lower your shoulders to the bed and raise your ass.

“Spread your legs for me. Wider.” I enjoyed that the other day, Kitten, when I told you to lie on your back and spread your legs for me. I always like it when you open yourself to me, when you surrender your body to me. I’ll often do that, tell you to put yourself in a vulnerable position, to put your hands behind your back so I can tie them, or to lie down on the bed with your legs apart so I can lie on top of you and take you.

Commanding you is a special pleasure, Kitten, quite apart from the sex itself. Watching you do what I tell you to do, knowing that I can be so demanding, verbally, that you’ll give in and do as you’re told even if you want to resist, pleases me greatly. Your submission excites me, and it makes me want to demand ever more of you, push you harder, take you longer and deeper, and enjoy your body even more.

I want you here. I want you here right now, so that I can please myself with your helpless naked body.

Soon, Kitten.

YOUR Querido wants you.

Kitten,

When I tell you to breathe, I’m calming you by telling you to slow yourself down and become aware of something simple and physical, and to focus your attention on that.

But often I’m thinking of more than that, dear little one. I don’t want you to simply focus on breathing: I want you to focus on nothing but breathing. I want that to be the only thought you have.

Sometimes, Kitten, just breathing is hard enough. When my cock is deep in your throat, thrusting over and over without warning or pause, you’ve no choice but to catch your breath when you can: breathing is all you can think about. And that’s how I want you, surrendered to that simple imperative, focused wholly on the rhythm of my thrusting, gasping your next breaths during those moments when the head of my cock is in your mouth but not filling your throat.

When I’m making love to you, Kitten, I still want your breathing to be the only thing on your mind, if you’re thinking anything at all. When I’m holding you down, preventing you from moving, not letting you pull yourself away from my thrusting cock as I pound into you — when I have you so restrained beneath me, I want you to think only of catching your breath before my arms crush you to me again. Or simply let go, think of nothing, and just feel the pain and pleasure and relentless slamming of my body into yours.

And, my darling Kitten, when you’re on your knees with your shoulder pressed down into the mattress and my hand on the back of your neck holding you down, focus your attention on slow, deep breathing as you feel the pain of my cock slowly entering your ass. Think only of that, of inhaling and exhaling, slowly, steadily, as my fingers tighten on your hips and pull you relentlessly toward me, as my cock fills you and the pain slowly turns to pleasure with each gradually deeper thrust.

So when I tell you to breathe, Kitten, I’m not merely trying to calm you. I’m also reminding you of how much control I want over your body when we’re together, of how completely I want to dominate and possess you, until all that’s left for you to control is your breathing — if even that.

Soon, dear Kitten, I’m going to take away everything else, all of your other choices and freedoms, and leave you with only that. Everything else you’ll surrender to me. I’ll insist.

Love,
Sir

[ Breathe, Kitten. Close your eyes, remember, anticipate, and breathe.
I’ll be back by 8:30 tonight. ~ Q. ]

Kitten,

Three things to imagine — or, rather, two things to remember from the recent past, and one to anticipate in the immediate future.

One: I’m sitting. You’re on your knees in front of me, naked, your elbows resting on my thighs. Your fingers and your lips are wrapped around my cock. My hand is on the back of your neck, pushing your head down, holding you there, grasping your hair and pulling you back up. Again and again, thrusting deeply.

Two: You’re naked beneath me, my arms around you, my hand on the back of your neck. My fingers tighten on your neck, holding you still, slowly tipping your head back. As I kiss you, I drive my cock slowly and deeply into you in long, endless thrusts.

Three: And, soon, you’ll be on your stomach, lying on the cushion — not as you have in the past, but across it, so that it holds your ass up to me. Your ankles will be tied to the foot of the bed, your legs apart, your knees touching the mattress. And I’ll be kneeling behind you, slowly driving my cock into your ass. For a long, long time — until your ass is as sore as the rest of you will be, dear Kitten.

Imagine any one of those, Kitten — or all of them.

They’ll all happen in the next few days.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I often speak of slowly doing things to you. There’s a special aspect of domination in that, an additional amount of control implied by the ability to manhandle you in a leisurely fashion.

Often, when I talk about tying you up, I’m thinking of that specific thing, the freedom to take my time with you as I please myself with your body. I imagine, for example, tying your ankles to the foot of the bed, your legs spread wide, and then very slowly spreading your labia with my tongue, licking your pussy, slipping a finger into you as my lips close around your clitoris and my tongue moves so lightly over you. I imagine doing that for many minutes, making you moan and squirm and try (unsuccessfully) to back away from my relentless attention. I’ll probably do that to you on Tuesday.

But, before I tie you to the bed, I’m going to tell you to stand, fully dressed, waiting for me in the bedroom. I’m going to stand behind you, holding you against me, my hand on your throat, and tell you, quietly, what I’m going to do with you today. And then I’m going to sit on the chair and tell you to stand in front of me and undress, and watch you take off all of your clothes. I’ll touch you, run my fingers along your thigh, pat your bottom — and then make you kneel in front of me, naked, and take my cock in your mouth, slowly and for a long time.

Only after that, only after I’ve watched my shaft sliding between your lips, and after I’ve held your hair tightly in my hand and slowly moved your head up and down as I thrust into your throat, and after I’ve told you what a good girl you are and how pleased I am by everything you do — only after all that will I pull you to your feet and lay you on the bed, and make love with you, gently and lovingly.

And then, Kitten, I’ll tie you up, and begin doing to you the things that will leave your pussy and your ass throbbing and aching for the next few days, your lips numb, and your throat sore.

My darling little Kitten, I want you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Your obedience always pleases me, and never more than when I’m demanding difficult things of you.

I told you to kneel on the bed and lift your ass to me, and you did. I pushed your shoulders down, and you obediently knelt there, your ass tipped up to me, vulnerable to whatever I intended to do. You must have been afraid that I might ram my cock into your ass again, as I’d done earlier, instead of thrusting it deep into your pussy. But you didn’t try to escape, didn’t try to lift your shoulders from the bed or let your hips sink down.

Instead, you dutifully, obediently knelt there, waiting for me to do whatever I was going to do. Of course you knew you couldn’t get away, and that, if you struggled, I’d push you down and take you roughly, or tie you up and take my time with you. But you’d have submitted to my rough handling anyway, even if you thought you had a chance of escape, because you’re a good and obedient girl, and you give me everything I want.

You always, Kitten, give me everything I want. All the things I’ve demanded of you, all the ways I’ve had you, all the restraining and touching and thrusting hard into your pussy and ass and throat, all if it, you’ve given me without hesitation, without resistance. The only times you’ve tried to get away were when I was thrusting too deeply into you, and even then you simply squirmed a little, trying to make my thrusts less deep. It doesn’t work, of course: I grab your hips or your shoulders or your neck and pull you back toward me, and thrust all the deeper.

I know you’re sore now, your throat and labia and vagina and ass all aching from my cock thrusting so hard and relentlessly into you. And I know that you’ll submit again, kneel there or lie there and wait for me to take you however I want — waiting like a good, well-behaved Kitten as you grip the sheets tightly and close your eyes and prepare to be used for my pleasure.

Kitten, you please me greatly.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I say “gentle” sometimes when what I really mean is slow and controlling. I want to take you in a slow, very deliberate way — gentle, in that I’m not throwing you around and ramming my cock into your throat or your ass with hardly any warning, but still demanding and unyielding.

Here’s what’s going to happen, Kitten. After we’ve had our rituals, after I’ve held you and talked to you for a little while, and after you’ve knelt obediently and pleased me with your hands and your lips and tongue, after all that, my darling Kitten, I’ll lay you on the bed, on your back, naked. And then I’ll make love to you.

I’ll do it slowly, deliberately, but in a way that leaves you with no freedom of movement, no ability to pull away or escape. I’ll lie down on top of you, my chest against yours holding you in place. I’ll slip one arm under you and grip your ass firmly, tipping you up to me. I’ll put my other arm under your neck, pressing against your shoulder, holding you still. My legs will slowly push yours open as my cock sinks into you. I’ll take you with long, slow, relentless thrusts, and there will be nothing you can do except lie there and give your body to me.

At some point I’ll probably put my hand on your cheek and turn your head and hold you down against the bed, or grip your throat and hold you still. I’ll undoubtedly manhandle your breasts and nipples, grab your thigh and squeeze uncomfortably hard, and otherwise handle you firmly — but not quickly, and not roughly. I’m going to take my time with you, and everything I do will remind you that your body is mine to do with as I please, and that there’s nothing you can do to stop me from having my way with you.

We’ll do other things, too, of course. But I’m going to make love with you, thoroughly and well, and leave you feeling controlled and possessed — owned — and desired the whole time.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I rarely write fantasies, and very rarely fantasies set in the bedroom. We do so much already; we do everything, it seems. What is there, really, to fantasize about, when I possess you so completely, so absolutely?

But tonight, my beloved Kitten, you get a fantasy.

It’s late evening, the house is quiet, and we’re the only ones up now. My bedroom is softened from what you know: the curtains, heavy and hanging down to the floor, are closed. It’s warm, and the only light comes from a somewhat ornate lamp sitting on the table beside my chair. My chair is very comfortable, an antique, padded wing-back chair that I often sit in at night when I read. The chair sits on a big, round, thick white rug, soft and perfectly clean.

I’m wearing bluejeans and a black tee shirt, and I’m sitting in the chair with a book and a glass of red wine. The book is one we wrote together. It’s the story of a professional man and woman who, thrown together by circumstances, discover a seemingly perfect compatibility in his need to command and her desire to submit. It’s romantic but realistic, extraordinarily explicit, and very well written.

You are wearing the black lace bra and panties that you know I particularly like, under a short, sheer black nightgown. Your hair is loose and flowing over your shoulders. You’re sitting on the rug near my chair, your bare legs tucked under you, facing away from me but with your cheek resting against my leg. You have an arm around my leg, and in the other hand you’re holding a glass of white wine.

I’m skipping around in the book, reading the steamier scenes to you. And, as I read, you remember each scene, remember back to the days we spent living the scenes in this room before I ever wrote them down.

There’s one scene in particular that you liked, though it was among the least explicit of them all. In the scene, the woman — he calls her “Kitten” — is worried about something, a problem at work perhaps. She’s stressed, can’t sit still, full of nervous energy. They’ve talked about the situation and she knows it’s not really a crisis and that, in any case, there’s nothing to be done right now. But she can’t set it aside and relax tonight.

“Kitten, come here.” He speaks quietly but firmly, and she obeys, her eyes dropping as she hears the tone of his voice. She walks to him and he puts his hands on her waist and turns her around and pulls her back against him. He tips her head back a little, so that it’s resting against his shoulder, and rests his hand on her throat, and he talks to her.

“Kitten, it’s time to relax.” His arm is around her body, holding her close. Her arms and hands slowly relax and drop to her side as she listens to him speak to her, and her body slows and begins to settle.

“Kitten, I’m going to stand here and hold you until your breathing slows to match mine, and until I feel the tension leave you. I’m going to hold you against me, just like this. I’m not going to let you go, or let you fall, or even let you speak unless I ask you a question first. I’m just going to hold you, with my arm around you and one hand under your breast, like this. I’m going to hold your neck, like this, and I’m going to speak quietly, as I’m doing now, and tell you what to do.

“And, Kitten, there’s nothing you can do except what I tell you to do. I’m going to tell you everything you need to do, and give you no choices. Do you understand me, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, quietly, and it’s obvious to him that she’s trying hard to relax.

“Good girl.” His fingers cup her breast and squeeze her slightly, and then his arm drops around her waist and she feels how tightly he holds her against his body. She knows that she could relax completely right now, could try to slump to the floor in his arms, and he’d hold her and prevent her fall. She knows she’s trapped, his prisoner now, and that she’ll have no choice but to do what he tells her to do.

And that thought comforts her and makes her feel calm. She doesn’t have to plan anything, decide anything. All she has to do is wait for him to tell her what he wants first, and then do it. She knows from experience what that’s likely to be, and the thought of taking his cock in her mouth is suddenly all she can think about. She wonders if he’ll thrust it hard into her throat, or if he’ll tell her to worship his cock and then watch her as she lavishes attention on it with her hands, mouth, tongue.

I read to you, and as I do you remember that day, remember slowly, obediently lowering yourself to your knees on the soft carpet you’re sitting on now. You remember me putting my hand under your chin and tipping your head up to me as I unfasten my pants. You remember me telling you to worship my cock, and then the next many minutes are a blur as you devote yourself to my cock, as you rub it on your face and kiss the length of it, stroke it with your hand and slowly take it in your mouth.

I remember how beautiful you were, kneeling there almost naked, looking up at me briefly each time I told you to — looking up at me as my cock slipped slowly between your lips….

“That’s good, Kitten. Relax, just like that. I’m going to be gentle with you tonight, at least for a little while, Kitten. Gentle, but still demanding, and you’ll have to obey. But you want to obey, don’t you, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.” And he can feel her body relaxing against him even as she answers.

I read to you, and you sip your wine and close your eyes and rest your cheek against my leg. And, as you listen, you know in the back of your mind that soon I’ll finish my wine, put down the book, and pick you up and carry you to bed. And then we’ll relive several scenes from this book, or from one of the others, before you finally fall asleep in my arms.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

I know you know my obsession — or, perhaps, my several obsessions. But today it’s my Kitten in general I’m thinking about: I miss you, little one. And I’m looking forward to having you back in my bed, soon.

But speaking of obsessions, dear obedient Kitten, there are some things I want from you. One of the first things I want is to tie you to the big leather cushion, so that you’re open and helpless and waiting for me, and then to take my time with you.

A lot of time. What I’d like is about four hours, and then all night with you to recover. But if we can manage three hours in the middle of the day, that will please me greatly.

Your Querido is thinking of you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

You’re sore, your lips are swollen, and you feel taken, used, possessed — owned. Your body aches, not from anticipation but from my rough handling of you.

That pleases me.

And I agree completely: the transition from domination to normal is perfectly comfortable. And it is a little incredible, isn’t it, that I can dominate you so thoroughly — ram my cock deep into your throat with no concern for your comfort; and pin you down with my hand on your back as I roughly fuck your ass, even though I know it hurts you and you’re bravely resisting asking me to stop — and then, just a little while later, be standing in the kitchen talking pleasantly with you about any number of things?

That was amazing, the way you endured me fucking your ass so hard. I know you were trying to pull away, and that’s why I grabbed you by the neck and pushed your face down into the bed. And why, a little later, I pressed you down on your stomach and held your body still as I took you so roughly. I wanted to come deep inside you, and nothing short of you using a safe word was going to stop me from having you this way. You didn’t stop me, and I did come deep in you, and it was fantastic.

When I fucked your mouth a little while later, thrusting my hard cock in and out so fast that you could barely breathe, I knew that I was exhausting you. I knew your lips and throat would be sore later. I knew you were gagging and choking as I kept ramming my cock into your throat. You were beautiful, and obedient, and you did exactly what I told you to do, sucking and swallowing and keeping my cock in your mouth after I came.

You are wonderful, Kitten. I couldn’t ask for a sexier or more submissive girl. I want you, again, now.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Listen to me.

You know, and you believe, that I like to control you. Even if you can’t empathize with it, as I can’t empathize with your desire to be restrained and to have your choices taken away, nonetheless you understand that it’s true, that I really do want to command you and make the decisions for you while you’re here.

What you can’t know, Kitten, is how very specific and intense is my desire to completely control you. Even now, something inside me stirs, and I feel myself shift into an aggressive, predatory mode, when I think of having absolute authority over you and your body. The anticipation makes me ache, and what I ache for is not simply to tell you to kneel, Kitten, and to worship my cock. I’ll tell you those things, and much more, but it’s more than your obedience I want. I want you not just obedient, not merely submissive, but helpless, completely surrendered to me.

And so I’m going to tie you, Kitten, and slowly, patiently, and relentlessly take your body for my pleasure. I’m going to leave you no freedom, no choices, no liberty at all: I’m going to own you and use you, do everything I want to you — and you know how very much I want to do to you. Before we finish this time, Kitten, you’ll feel utterly possessed. And you’ll beg me, Kitten — you will because I’ll tell you to — you’ll beg me to come in your mouth one more time, to choke you with my cock, to hold you down and fuck your throat until you can’t take any more. And I will.

Less than fifteen hours.

Sir

[ Update: 22 hours, Kitten. ~ Q. ]

Kitten,

I always sleep, and sleep well. You know that. But I’m awake right now, and I shouldn’t be. I’m awake, and there’s one thing on my mind, Kitten. And you know what it is.

I’m going to make you swallow my cock. I’m going to hold you so you have no choice, and slowly, deeply fuck your throat. I’m going to do it simply, thoroughly, roughly.

Goodnight, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Yes, I have some idea — but still find it hard to believe.

It pleases me, Kitten. It pleases me greatly.

Come to me, soon. I’m going to take you apart, Kitten.

Sir

[ Update: Barely 36 hours now. That’s all. And all those books you like? You’ll live them, Kitten. Not just imagine them. ~ Q. ]

Kitten,

As of right now, just 43 hours. Not long. Practically forever.

But I’m still hoping for a moment together before then. And I’m still thinking exactly what I was thinking in my last post. I’m feeling selfish, greedy, demanding: I want to thrust into your throat, over and over, without regard for your comfort, and then hold your head down as I come in your mouth, and tell you what a good girl you are as you suck and swallow and keep your lips wrapped tightly around my cock.

I am beyond eager, Kitten.

Querido

Kitten,

I want you kneeling on the passenger seat, your head in my lap, my hand on the back of your neck holding you down, my cock moving steadily in and out of your throat. I want to hold you tightly in place and thrust slowly, rhythmically, firmly into your mouth, without pausing, so that you have to catch your breath between each deep thrust. I want to feel your lips around my shaft, my cock slipping over your tongue, and your throat tight around the head of my cock at the end of each upward thrust.

I want to say “good girl, yes, just like that” as I hold my cock with one hand and your neck with the other. I want to feel your hands on my thighs as you hold yourself up, your cheek pressed against my stomach, your hair spilling over my arm and across my lap. I want to fuck your mouth, Kitten, steadily, relentlessly, until finally with one last hard thrust I come deep in your throat, holding you down while your body writhes and you wait for me to pull out enough for you to moan and gasp and swallow.

I want to use you shamelessly for my pleasure, Kitten. And I will.

Sir

Kitten,

Rope. I’m going to acquire enough, this weekend, to tie you in various ways. We’ll start with you on your back, spread-eagle on my bed. We may not get beyond that the next time you’re here: I can imagine so many things I want to do with you restrained like that. And we’ll do them. All of them.

Torment.

I’m going to manhandle your breasts, Kitten. I’m going to pinch your nipples, run my tongue roughly over them until you’re moaning and can’t hold still. I’m going to run my hands over your body, from your neck to your thighs, touching you, possessing you.

I’m going to slowly stroke your clitoris while you lie helpless on the bed. I’m going to slip my fingers into you, slowly fucking you with one hand while I turn your head and press your cheek tightly against the bed. I’m going to touch you everywhere, explore you everywhere.

Then, Kitten, I’m going to take you. I’m going to thrust my hard cock into your pussy while I hold the vibrator against your clitoris, until finally you come, gasping and moaning and crying out.

And that, Kitten, will be just the beginning. It’s going to go on and on, as I take you in every possible way — and as you come with my cock in you. Everywhere.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m going to throw you around a little.

We have our rituals, of course. We’ll start with you standing, almost naked in your bra and panties, with my hand on your throat and your back to me, as we always do. You’ll know, from the tension in my arm and my slow, measured breathing, that I’m not feeling like being gentle with you. I won’t talk much, just breathe slowly, calmly behind you, before I have my way with you.

I’m going to hold your neck tightly, Kitten, and move slowly but firmly, irresistibly. I’ll handle your breasts roughly, mashing them under my hand. I’m going to do that until you’re moaning from both arousal and discomfort, and your nipples are hard and sore. I’ll pull your bra down to expose your breasts, so I can pinch your nipples hard. You’ll press your bottom back against me as my fingers dig into your hip, holding you tightly. And when I ask you “are you wet, Kitten?” you’ll answer “yes, Sir” and know it’s true. And then I’ll slip my hand into your panties, and push your legs apart roughly with mine, and thrust two fingers deep into you to feel just how wet you are.

Then, Kitten, I’ll pull you back against me, my hand grinding against your pussy with my fingers deep inside you, my other hand on your throat. I’ll pull you back, holding you tightly against me, and slowly, patiently tell you everything I’m going to do to you. And that’s everything, Kitten. It’s going to start with me ordering you to your knees, pushing you down, and thrusting my cock deep into your throat. I’ll hold your head with both hands, hold it still so you can’t move at all, and thrust, over and over, steadily, rhythmically, into your throat. You’ll have time to breathe between thrusts, but just barely.

It’s going to end much later, hours later, with my cock in your mouth, with you exhausted, near tears, gasping, surrendered to the endless reality of my cock thrusting into your throat while I hold your bound body down on the bed. By then, Kitten, you’ll have been tied spread-eagle on the bed and fucked hard. You’ll have been forced to come on your back and on your stomach, with my cock in your pussy and your ass. You’ll have been spanked, and bent in half and fucked hard from behind, and made to kneel on your hands and knees and take my cock every possible way. You’ll be sore everywhere, Kitten — your mouth and throat, your pussy, your ass, your breasts and nipples, your bottom.

You’re going to discover just what a brute this is that loves you so much, Kitten.

I’m very hard, right now, just thinking about it. Just anticipating it.

Come here, Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

You said: “All I can think about is you pinning me down and doing things to all my different body parts.”

I’ve been thinking about that too, Kitten. I’ve been thinking of you tied spread-eagle on your back on my bed, your body oiled and glistening as I prepare to have my way with you. I think of holding the vibrator against your wet pussy, your labia pink and swollen from the seemingly endless stimulation. How long could you endure that, Kitten, before you had to come?

We’ll find out.

But first, before I use the vibrator on you, I’m going to make love to you like that. I’m going to take you while you’re tied helplessly on the bed, slowly driving my cock deep into you, over and over, changing the angle to touch you deep inside, everywhere. I’m going to take my time, Kitten: you’ll be sore before I finish making love, sore and sensitive and eager to come. And so the first time you come, Kitten, will be with my cock deep in your pussy, thrusting slowly, as I hold the vibrator against you. You’ll still be tied, still be helpless, and you’ll come pulling against the ropes and arching your back and crying out with the release.

Then, Kitten, while you’re still tied, and after I’ve knelt near you and thrust my cock between your lips, after I’ve manhandled your breasts and pinched your nipples, and after I’ve made you come again, this time with my cock deep in your throat — after all that, Kitten, I’ll put a pillow under your bottom to lift you up just a little. And then, my dear obedient little Kitten, while you’re still tied, still helpless, and now exhausted and aching and tender and sensitive, I’ll slowly drive my cock into your ass. I’ll enter you slowly, and I’ll ask you, as I always do when I fuck your ass, to tell me when it’s more pleasure than pain. Eventually you will, because eventually it always is. And then I’ll thrust deeper, and more firmly, until finally I’m thrusting into your ass just as I do when I’m making love to you.

You’ll moan, and gasp, and pull hard on the ropes. You’ll want to get away but I won’t let you.

But I will untie one hand, so that you can hold he vibrator against your pussy. I’ll untie your hand, and I’ll tell you to come with my cock in your ass, with me thrusting slowly, deeply, rhythmically into you, my hands tight around your waist, holding you down on the bed and pulling you to me with each thrust. You’ll hold the vibrator against your pussy, and when you come it will go on and on, as it always does when I’m thrusting into your ass.

Then, finally, after I’ve been in you everywhere and you’ve come with my cock in you everywhere, Kitten, then I’ll untie you and hold you close. Then, for a little while, you can relax against me, your sore body resting on my arm and your head against my chest. You can relax, little one, until I tell you that you have one more job to do, one more thing I need from you. “Now, Kitten.” And you’ll know what I want, and you’ll slide down in the bed until your head is resting on my stomach, and you’ll worship my cock, just as I told you to do. And, eventually, I’ll come with my cock deep in your throat, thrusting and coming and holding your head still so that you have no choice but to choke and gag and swallow while you lie writhing on the bed beside me.

It will be a rough day for you, my obedient and submissive little Kitten, and one you’ll remember.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I told you I was going to write about going for a drive with you, a fanciful piece about having you in my car. And I told you it would be a rare moment of fiction — and that I don’t write fiction unless I clearly identify it as such.

But I’m not going to write that tonight, because I don’t feel like writing fantasy. I want to tell you what I’m going to do to you. Yes, I’ll take you for a little drive soon. I’ll put my hand on your neck and hold you tightly, I’ll make you turn your eyes down and submit to me. I’ll manhandle your breasts, pinch your nipples, and push your thighs apart and press my hand against your pussy through your slacks. I’ll make you wet, and make you moan, and tell you the kinds of things I’m going to write here now.

That will all be real, not fiction. I’m not going to write, here, now, about tearing your clothes off and having you on the back seat, or laying you across the hood, or making you kneel on the passenger seat and lean across and take my cock in your throat. That would be fiction: I’m not going to do those things the next time I see you. I’m just going to dominate you, and enjoy the feel of your body in my hands, and press my lips to yours and breathe you in and appreciate you for a little while.

Having you, Kitten, taking you, ravishing you — all of that will happen where it always happens: in my bed. Soon. And that’s what I want to write to you about tonight. Because that’s what’s on my mind, Kitten: having you in my bedroom, and in my bed. And not just in my bed.

One of these days, soon, you’ll stand in the bedroom waiting for me. You’ll be wearing only your bra and panties. You’ll look down at the floor, your hands crossed in front of you. But, because I’m not in the room yet, you’ll keep glancing over at the padded bench, the small weight bench, that wasn’t in my bedroom the last time you were there. You’ll look at it, and you’ll look at the little pile of ropes coiled up on it, the soft white ropes that you’ve never seen before. And you’ll know just what it’s all for, the bench and the ropes.

You know some of what will happen. You know I’ll come in soon and stand behind you, hold you tightly so that you can’t move, as if you might think of pulling away if I didn’t restrain you. (I know you won’t, that you’ll obey me and stand still when I tell you to. But I enjoy physically restraining you as well.) You know I’ll hold your throat in my hand, run my other hand over your body. You know I’ll talk to you, tell you some of what’s coming. And you know you’ll kneel, kneel and take my cock in your mouth as far and for as long as I want to thrust it into you. That always happens, every time we’re together, and you know it will happen today.

And, by the time you’re kneeling, you’ll know what’s going to happen next, because I’ll have told you. You’ll know that I’m going to command you to kneel on the bench, on your knees and elbows. I’ll tie your arms to the bench, tightly; I’ll tie your legs to the bench with ropes around your ankles and your calves. You’ll be completely helpless, completely immobile: all you can do is raise and lower your head, and bend a little to push your ass back or forward.

You know I’m going to stand in front of you, put my hand under your chin, and lift your head. I’m going to slowly unfasten my pants, and slowly push my cock into your mouth. I’m going to tangle my hand in your hair and pull your head back, and thrust my cock deep into your throat, over and over, without warning. It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to go on for a long time, and you’ll be gasping and gagging before I’m done.

And then, Kitten, I’m going to stand behind you and slowly drive my hard cock into your pussy. I’m going to fuck you slowly, deeply, and for a long time. I’m going to grab your hips and pull you hard back against me, and you’ll kneel with your head resting on the bench, moaning with each hard thrust of my cock, gasping every time my body slams against your ass and rocks you against the ropes that hold you in place.

Eventually I’ll pause, and stand in front of you again, and ram my cock down your throat again, without warning, probably without any words at all. I’ll fuck your throat, and then I’ll fuck your pussy, back and forth, over and over. You’ll lose track, you won’t know how long it’ll go on or what will happen next. You’ll surrender to it, to the thrusting and pounding and choking, and wonder if we’re ever going to stop.

We will stop. I won’t thrust my cock into your ass while you’re tied to the bench. Not this time. I’ll untie you and take you to bed, and you’ll come with my cock in your throat. And then, Kitten, I’ll fuck your ass, and you’ll come again with my cock deep in you as you lie on your back on top of me. You’ll be tired by then, but I’ll hold you still, tightly against me, as I press the vibrator to your pussy and drive my cock slowly, relentlessly, deeper into you. I’ll tell you that I’ll fuck your ass until you come, Kitten, and I will. I won’t let you up, won’t let you move, won’t let you bring your legs together or pull away from my hard thrusting cock. You’ll just lie there, impaled on my cock, until finally you come with me thrusting slowly into you.

And finally, Kitten, you’ll come one more time, this time with me lying on top of you, making love with you. And then I’ll come, crushing you against me as I press my chest against yours and pull your head against my neck. I’ll come deep in you, loudly, my body tight from the intensity of it. And I’ll thrust too deeply, and it will hurt, and you’ll ache everywhere when we’re done.

And you’ll never stop me, even though you could with a word. Because you’re my submissive, obedient Kitten, and you know what I want.

Love,
Sir

You stand still, my hand resting on your throat. You can feel my thumb pressed lightly against your neck, my fingers curved and holding you, not tightly but still firmly. You feel my chest against your naked back, barely touching you. Your breathing quickens; mine slows. I speak to you, calmly, in a matter-of-fact tone, not gently but not harshly either.

“Kitten, you’re an adult, a competent and capable woman. Out there, out in the world, you’re independent, you make choices, you make decisions. You’re smart, good at what you do. I know that. I respect it, and I respect you.

“But here, Kitten, it’s different. Here, you don’t have any choices. You aren’t independent, you aren’t in control. I still respect you, but you don’t have any authority — not even over yourself. Here, Kitten, I tell you what to do, and you obey. And you know that, don’t you Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Because I want to do so much to you, Kitten, so many things. And I’m not going to ask your permission, or worry about what it is you’re wanting just now. You know I’ll please you, that I’ll excite you and please your body — you know that, don’t you Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. I know you’ll please me.”

“Good. And you know that I’m really pleasing myself, and that everything I do to you I do because it excites me, because I like controlling your body and making you respond to me. When I tie you up, as I’m going to do in just a few minutes, and hold you down and thrust my cock into you, thrust too deep and too hard, I’m doing that because I want you to feel helpless and subdued. And when I hold the vibrator against your pussy, against your clitoris, for far too long, with my cock thrusting into your mouth, and you can’t stand it and you’re moaning and begging to come, and finally I let you come with my cock deep in your throat — Kitten, when you abandon everything and give your body completely over to me, at that moment you please me more than you can imagine. It’s that, Kitten, that I want. I want you helpless, overwhelmed. I want you to surrender. And you know that, don’t you Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. You want me to surrender.”

“That’s right, Kitten. I’m going to make you surrender. I’m going to make you surrender today. Do you want that, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now kneel for me, Kitten.”

And as you sink to your knees, I slip my fingers into your hair and tighten my grip, and watch you open your mouth and reach up to unfasten my belt.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I haven’t been writing because we’ve been living — nothing I write is as good as what we do when we’re together. And I have been enjoying you, my dear loving Kitten, more than I can tell you.

I’m going to tell you, Kitten, what I want you to do for me.

I want you to walk in and melt into my arms, to press yourself against me and nuzzle your face in my neck. I want you to rest your body against mine as I slide my hand down your back and slip my fingers into the waist of your slacks; as I close my fingers on the back of your neck and pull you to me and hold you still.

I want you to kiss me while I inhale your scent, while I breathe in the fragrances I always associate with you, and that always delight me. I want you to press your breasts against my chest, to rock your hips against mine, and to surrender, for just a moment, to my embrace — before you surrender to everything else I’ll demand of you.

I want you to listen when I tell you to go to my room and undress, and to stand waiting quietly by the bed, wearing only your bra and panties — waiting until I come in and have my way with you. While you wait, Kitten, you can imagine all the things I might do. You can look at the pillow on the floor near the bed, and know that, as always, you’ll soon be kneeling on it and waiting for me to press my cock against your lips. You can look at the belts on the bed, and know that soon they’ll be fastened tightly about your wrists and ankles, binding you firmly. Or you can stand and look at the floor, knowing that I’ll take everything I want, and that you don’t have to worry or think about any of it — that all you have to do is obey.

I want you to make that small moan, Kitten, when I stand behind you and my fingertips just graze your body, just trace lightly along your hip. I want you to tense, your hands to move uncontrollably, as I firmly grasp your throat and tip your head back against my shoulder. I want you to whimper softly, helplessly, as I tighten my grip on your hip and tell you, slowly and quietly, what I’m going to do to your pussy, your ass, and your throat — how rough I’m going to be with you, how demanding and unreasonable.

And then, before all the other things I want you to do, Kitten, I want you to kneel. I’ll tell you so. I’ll say “kneel, Kitten. Now.” My tone will push you to your knees — I’ll rarely use my hands as well to drive you to the floor. And then I’ll step in front of you, stroke your hair, and tell you to worship my cock. You know what that means, Kitten, how different it is from simply taking me in your mouth. I want to watch you rub your face against it, to run your lips and your tongue along the length of it, to lavish attention on it. I want your wanton submission, your eager obedience. You know how much it pleases me, how much I love you for that surrender.

I want everything else too, Kitten, but what happens next depends on my urges and needs at that moment: you know the kinds of things I’ll want, but neither of us knows what exactly I’ll demand, or in what order, or how rough or gentle I’ll be. But you know it’s almost never only rough, and it’s almost never only gentle — and that you’re always sore afterwards.

Right now, Kitten, mostly rough. I don’t expect that to change before I see you again, my little one.

Love, and lust,
Sir

Kitten,

It was all wonderful — there isn’t any of it I wouldn’t do again, the first chance I had. I particularly enjoyed making you stand and undress after you knelt before my chair. I liked looking at your labia, already swollen and wet from or first few minutes together. I liked telling you to stand with your hands on the bed while I took you from behind.

And Kitten, I liked that you came with my cock in you every way — and that you came so often.

But mostly, Kitten, I liked the lovemaking. I liked holding you down with my body and slipping my hand behind you to tip you up to me. I liked your moans and your gasps, and how close you were to coming. I want more of that, as soon as we can have it.

Everything else, too, but especially the lovemaking.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

Listen. Don’t speak, except — if anything — the two words you know I always want to hear. Don’t speak, but obey. Obey without hesitating. Obey enthusiastically.

Drop to your knees and worship my cock. Kneel before me, rub my hard cock on your face, run your lips along it, lick it from the base to the tip.

Look at me. Kitten, look at me. Good, good girl. That’s enough, that’s what I wanted, to see you looking up at me while your lips were wrapped around my cock. Now slide your hands — use both hands — slide your hands up and down my cock as you take it deeper into your mouth. Turn your hands a little as you do. Make my cock wet from your throat, let me feel your hands sliding along my hard shaft. I’ll move your hair from your face so I can watch you, so I can see your red nails and your red lips, and my cock thrusting smoothly, deeply into your mouth and throat.

You are beautiful, Kitten. I ache from it, sometimes, when I watch you like this: I want to watch you forever, I never want it to end.

Stand, Kitten. Put your arms around my neck and I’ll lift you, set you on the bed. I’m going to make love to you now. Spread your legs. Spread your arms and grasp the sheets tightly, because I’m going to take you fast and hard and deep, Kitten. It’ll be too much, but not for long. Be still, take a deep breath. Be still….

Kitten, I’m going to close my hand tightly on the back of your neck and pull you against me. My other hand on the small of your back, tipping you up to me so I can plunge even more deeply into you. You’ll feel my body grinding against you, pressing hard against your clitoris with each deep thrust. Moan, and gasp, and press your face into my shoulder, Kitten: I’m going to make love with you for a long time, rhythmically, steadily, relentlessly.

During a pause, while my cock is still deep in you, still hard, still filling you, I’m going to tell you what else I’m going to do to you today. I’ll tell you how I’m going to push my hard cock into your ass, and how I’ll pull you down on top of me, my arm around your body holding you against me as I thrust my cock into your ass and my fingers into your pussy. I’ll tell you how you’ll come, crying out, with my cock thrusting so steadily into you, over and over and over. How you’ll have my fingers in your pussy, my fingers in your mouth, and my legs holding yours wide as I fill you impossibly, achingly.

Counting the hours, Kitten. Counting the hours until I command you, and you surrender to me.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

My mood varies. Sometimes I want to be rough with you, sometimes more generous and gentle.

Tonight, my darling Kitten, if you were here, would be very simple. I’d bind your wrists in front of you, and tie your ankles together. I’d lay you on your side, your head on my stomach. And then you’d spend about an hour with my cock in your mouth, my hand lightly stroking your hair, your back, your ass. Sometimes I’d slip two fingers into you and enjoy your warm wetness, and making you squirm.

Sometimes you’d feel my hand on the back of your head, pushing you down on to my cock. You’d have to hold your breath then as I slipped into your throat; hold it, and wait patiently for me to release you. I would, eventually, and you’d gasp and choke, your eyes watering. But then I’d leave you still for a little while, my cock just in your mouth, while you caught your breath and slowly sucked the head of my cock and relaxed again.

My mood right now, Kitten, is for that — for just exactly that.

But I know myself pretty well. After half an hour of that, I’d suddenly need — and it really would be need — to have my cock buried deep inside you. And so I’d roll you on to your back, and I’d untie your hands and feet, and I’d make love to you, my cock sinking deep into you as I pressed you under my weight. You’d gasp at the suddenness of it and I’d back out just a little to make it less painful. But only for a moment, and then I’d be thrusting quickly and deeply into you again. I wouldn’t let you pull away: when you tried, I’d put my hands on the bed above your shoulders so that you were trapped and unable to move away. And I’d pound into you, Kitten, in long, hard, deep strokes, endlessly, relentlessly, aggressively.

Pounding, Kitten. Making you squirm and cry out and moan. Making you dig your fingers into me and press your lips against my shoulder or my neck. And then my hand would be behind your neck, pulling you against me like a rag doll, holding you tightly against me. And my other hand would be behind your ass, lifting you up to me, tipping you up so I can thrust harder and deeper into you.

And I’m saying “I would” this and “I would” that.

I will. Very soon, Kitten, in mere hours, I will do those things to you. And you’ll moan and cry out and, a little later, come loudly with my cock deep inside you.

I can hardly wait. I think of little else, my beloved Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Good morning. I’m thinking of you.

Breathe, relax, and enjoy the day. Know you’re never far from my thoughts.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Every time has been wonderful, and I can’t honestly identify a part that’s the best part or my favorite part. I love every moment of it — but then I would, since I get to decide what we’ll do every moment of it.

I needed you to kneel for me. I needed to feel your lips pressed against my stomach, to see you open your mouth for me as I tangled my fingers in your hair. I’ve thought of it endlessly over the last several days — thought of it, and ached for it.

And your orgasms, Kitten. They excite me more than you can know, and I never tire of holding you, thrusting into you, and telling you what to do as you get close to coming. I wish you always came with my cock in you, in your mouth or your pussy or your ass.

But our lovemaking, my dear little Kitten, was particularly wonderful. I loved how it caught you by surprise when I entered you — I thought surely you knew what I was about to do, but perhaps you were still hazy from the orgasm you’d just had. It was beautiful, Kitten, the way you seemed lost in it, almost overwhelmed by the intensity. I almost pushed you to the edge of the bed so that your head hung over, just to see your body strained so delightfully. But I wanted to do all sorts of things to you then: push you on to your side, fold your legs up to your chest, push you to your stomach. And still, nothing seemed better than what we did, than just having you lying beneath me, your breasts pressed against me, my body driving yours into the bed.

Next time, Kitten, I’ll slowly drive my cock into your ass. I’ll have you on top of me, on your back, my fingers in your pussy, while you cry out with the intensity of it. But this time was perfect.

You were perfect.

I love you, Kitten.

YOUR Querido

[ Earlier is better than later, tonight, Kitten. ]

Thank you, Kitten.

And thank you for the note.

More here tonight

Love,
Querido

Kitten,

Your Querido is still feeling particularly dominant and aggressive. I want to do to you things that are probably more mainstream, more typical of the bondage realm. I’m not familiar with all the conventions and forms, as it isn’t a genre of erotica that ever attracted me before. Fortunately, I can make it up as I go, because I get to do whatever I want.

This is what I’m going to do to you, Kitten, after you’ve knelt by the bed and sucked my cock like the good and obedient Kitten you are.

I’m going to put a collar on your neck, and cuffs on your wrists.

I’m going to bind your hands behind your back.

I’m going to push you on to the bed, onto your knees, with your shoulders down and your ass up, your hands bound behind you. I’m going to loop a leather strap — a leash, Kitten — through the ring on your collar and tie it to the head of the bed.

And then I’m going to kneel behind you and fuck you, for a long time. I’m going to hold your bound wrists in my hand, pulling your arms toward me as I thrust deeply into your pussy. You’re going to be helpless, tied to the bed and bound so that you can’t use your arms to get free. All you could do, if you wanted to do it, would be to straighten your legs and drop to your knees. And, if you did, I’d push your legs far apart with mine and thrust my cock into your ass.

But I’m going to do that anyway.

And I’m going to make you come, Kitten, with your hands tied behind your back and my cock in your ass, while I hold the vibrator against your swollen pussy.

Your brute of a Querido wants you, wants to ravish you and leave you aching and exhausted. It’s been too long.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m wanting to have you very close, tonight. I feel an urge to restrain you and hold you against me as I have my way with you. All the ways of making love with you, penetrating you, taking you, that are on my mind right now involve my arms around you, my body holding yours down. I think, the next time we’re together, you’re going to experience a lot of this kind of control.

I imagine you on your back with me on top of you, my elbows pressed into the mattress on either side of you so that you can’t move. My legs hold yours apart, my feet are on yours so that you can’t move at all. I’m thrusting my cock slowly into you, over and over, kissing you as I do. All you can do is lie there and take it, your hands on my shoulders or my back or my arms.

I imagine you on your side, facing away from me, while I take you from behind. My arm is around your body, my hand on your throat, pulling you back against me; my other grasps your hip tightly. Your legs are between mine. You’re bent backward, helpless, locked in my grip, and all you can do is feel my big hard cock sliding relentlessly into you, in and out, over and over.

And, of course, I imagine you on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass, my arms around you holding you against me. You’re completely trapped, unable to lift yourself up or roll off of me or move at all. My legs are under yours, lifting yours into the air. I hold you tightly with my arms, and thrust my cock into you with my hips, and all you can do is gasp and moan and bite your lip and hope I won’t go too deep into you.

You’ll come that way, Kitten. And you’ll come with my cock in your mouth, on your hands and knees in front of me, your head pressed against my stomach. My arm around your shoulders will hold you tightly, my hand on the back of your head will push you down on my cock. Slowly, deeply, I’ll drive my cock into your throat, without warning, again and again. And I’ll tell you what I always tell you when we do that: “Come with my cock in your mouth, Kitten. Don’t take it out. Suck me until I tell you you can stop. I want you moaning around my cock when you come. Good girl, Kitten.”

And you will. You’ll come, and you’ll collapse against me, and you’ll keep sucking my cock until I either come in your throat or tell you you can stop, and tell you what a good girl you are, and hold you as you curl up and press yourself against me.

MY Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

My Beloved Kitten,

You’ve been on my mind all day; I’ve taken every liberty with you, in my thoughts. Very soon, when we have time enough, I’m going to take every liberty with you in person, my dear obedient Kitten.

I’ll start when you walk in and I wrap my arms around you and kiss you, crush you to me, lift you a little off the floor. I’ll let my hands caress your back, slip down to your waist and up to your neck, close tightly on you and pull your hips and chest against me. I’ll enjoy the smell of your hair, the feel of your breasts against my chest, the pressure of your thighs against mine. I’ll hold you and kiss you for a long time, my little Kitten.

And then I’ll take you by the arms and step back from you, kiss you once on the lips, and turn you toward the bedroom. I’ll say “get comfortable, Kitten. Strip to your bra and panties and stand by the bed and wait for me. Relax. It’s going to be a long day for you.”

I’ll walk into the bedroom shirtless a little while later. You’ll hear me moving around, even as you stand obediently with your eyes downcast and your hands crossed in front of you, just as I’ve told you I want you. You’ll hear me move, and then you’ll feel my fingers against your hip, just above your panties. You’ll make that small, helpless moan you make the first time I touch you, and your hands will uncross and hang limply at your sides as they always do. You’ll feel my lips briefly touch your shoulder, and then my other hand grasping your throat as I tip you back against my naked chest.

My hands will slowly move over you, touching you everywhere I can easily reach while we’re standing. As I touch you, I’ll tell you about what I want from you tonight. And what I want, my darling Kitten, is to touch you everywhere, and to make you come with my cock and my fingers in you in every possible way.

“Kneel, Kitten.”

This moment, Kitten, I’d give so much to have you here, kneeling before me, your face pressed against my stomach as you breathe me in, before lowering your lips to me and obediently taking my cock in your throat. You know that no act of loving submission is greater than that, and that it’s always the first important thing I want from you.

And yet, Kitten, within minutes I’ll lift you up and hold you against me, kiss you hard and run my hands over your body. I want to touch you everywhere, and so I’ll pick you up and lay you in my bed.

For the next two or three hours, Kitten, I’ll touch you, and run my lips over your body, and thrust my fingers into you, and make you come with your vibrator as I fuck your throat. I’ll make you come while you’re on your hands and knees as I thrust into your pussy. And, my darling and obedient Kitten, you’ll lie on top of me, on your back, with my cock deep in your ass, your hands gripping my arm tightly as I slip two fingers into your pussy — and then you’ll use the vibrator while I slip two fingers into your throat as well, and you feel helpless and overwhelmed and too full with all the thrusting. You’ll come, and choke, and cry out as my cock moves slowly, steadily, deeply inside you.

And then, Kitten, as long as we have time together, I’ll be touching you, slowly sliding my hard cock into you, telling you what to do: “Worship my cock, Kitten. Make it everything to you, lick it and suck it and rub it on your face. Show me how much you want my cock.” And I’ll hold you down, and take your wrists in my hand, and spank you hard, until your bottom is bright red and you’re nearly in tears. I’ll be proud of you — I’ll tell you so. And I’ll gently kiss your neck as my hands run lightly over your body again, comforting you and calming you after all I’ve demanded and done to you.

Finally, Kitten, I’ll tell you what you know you’re going to hear. “Kitten, there’s one more thing you have to do. Lie on your back now, and get your vibrator.” And, even though you’ve come three times, you’ll know that I’m going to fuck your throat until I come, and that I want you to come as well. And so you’ll begin, though your pussy is swollen and tender — and you’ll discover, quickly, that you can and will come again. And when I come, shortly after you do, my cock will be in your throat, and you’ll be amazed that you can swallow so much as it throbs so deep in you, and that you hardly choke or gag.

Soon. No fiction.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

You feel calmed and settled when I take you in hand, make you kneel, take away all of your choices and cause you a little pain and discomfort as I please myself with your body. I understand that. Because I feel very settled and at peace when I do those things to you, when I command you and possess you and make you surrender to me.

When I get busy, when I feel the pressure of so many details, I often want the simplicity of focusing on you to the exclusion of everything else. I feel it right now: I want to take you, feel your little body pinned beneath mine, hear your moans and gasps, and watch you wince as I thrust my cock too deeply into you. I want your simple, enthusiastic obedience, as you kneel on the bed and worship my cock with your hands and mouth.

Next time, it will have been too long, and I’ll be demanding and aggressive. Loving, but firm, even a little rough with you. You’ll be sore, after — for quite a long time after, I think. And I’ll enjoy every moment of it.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

I need you kneeling before me. I need to say the words: “Kneel, Kitten.” I need to see you drop, unhesitatingly, eagerly, to your knees. I need to hear you moan softly as my fingers tighten on the back of your neck and I hold you still. I need to feel your body shiver as you press your lips to my stomach and take my hard cock in your hands.

Soon.

Querido

Kitten,

I was so demanding of you, and particularly of your throat. When you were on your side, your head on my stomach and my cock in your mouth, the way you moaned and squirmed was amazing — I almost stopped and took you right then, but it felt too good to stop.

And then a little later, when you were on your hands and knees and I was thrusting my cock into your throat, holding your head up by your hair…. God, Kitten. It was so good to just ram my cock into you, over and over, and to feel your throat around the head of my cock with each hard thrust. You managed to breathe, somehow: I didn’t pause or even give it a thought, knowing that you’d tell me if it was too much for you to handle. It must have been difficult for you, but you took my cock deeply and for a long time. When I came, I know you struggled to keep your lips tight around me.

You were wonderful, Kitten. Simply amazing.

Next time, little girl, I’m going to make love to you for what will seem like forever. Other things too, but I want you under me again, in my arms, gasping, crying out, pressing your face against my shoulder, as I slide too deep into you.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

You asked me if I really do enjoy causing you the pain and discomfort I cause you.

Yes. Yes, I do. I enjoy it because it’s a measure of my domination of you, and of your willingness to submit to me. It’s an overt and extreme expression of my possession of you, and of my freedom to use your body for my pleasure.

As I told you, next time I’m going to hold you more, kiss you more, and feel your body soft and warm against mine. And then, dear Kitten, I’m going to slowly push you to your knees. I’m going to say “on your knees, Kitten,” firmly, and as I say it I’m going to push you down, not making you drop to quickly, but not letting you remain standing, either.

I’ll keep one hand on you while you’re kneeling, holding you so that you can’t move forward or backward. With my other hand, I’ll take out my cock. I’ll tell you to open your mouth, and I’ll guide my cock into it.

I’ll hold you still, Kitten, and thrust slowly in and out of your mouth, my hand curled tightly in your hair so that your head can’t move at all. I’ll slowly, but firmly, fuck your mouth and your throat, Kitten, while you kneel in front of me. I’ll do that until I’m ready to make you kneel on the bed on your hands and knees, and use the vibrator on you until I make you come while I finger your ass.

Then I’ll grab you and flip you over, Kitten, and we’ll make love.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

This most recent visit, because we didn’t make love, I felt greedy and demanding — selfish, even.

I don’t mind. I told you at the beginning that I was feeling aggressive and demanding, and that I was going to tie you up, fuck your throat and your ass, and generally take advantage of you. I enjoyed it, every moment of it, enjoyed it when you struggled to get my cock in your throat, enjoyed it when you gasped with the pain of it as I thrust slowly into your ass. I liked that you had to work so hard for your orgasms, and that you were sore in so many places when we finished. I wanted all of those things.

But I also wanted, and want now, to make love with you. Because, as much as I enjoy all the other stuff we do — and nothing in the world, really, is better than when you dropping to your knees, when I say “kneel, Kitten,” and taking my cock in your mouth — as much as I enjoy it all, crushing you beneath me as I slowly drive my cock deep into your pussy is still unique, and still something I need. I need to hear you moan. I need to hear you moved so much that all you can say is “I love you” as I thrust my cock hard into you. I need to have you close to coming, close to crying out, as you surrender to that.

I need that. I want it, and I need it, and soon.

Next time, Kitten, whatever else we do, we’re going to make love. We’ll do it slow, and fast, and deep, and hard, and tenderly: we’ll do all sorts of things, always with your little body beneath mine, my hands holding you, confining you, pulling you to me or pushing you down into the bed. I’ll kiss you, I’ll take your nipples hard between my lips, I’ll reach behind you and grab your ass and lift you up to me, I’ll grasp your throat and turn your head to the side as I press my lips against your neck. But, always, my cock will be in you, opening you, spreading you, filling you. Pounding into you.

I want that. I want you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I know what you’ll be doing tonight, and with whom you’ll be doing it, and can make a guess as to where. I’ll be thinking about you, thinking about the men stealing looks at you, thinking that their thoughts overlap mine but not completely — and not in the ways that matter most. One man dominates you, Kitten, and we both know it. The rest are free to entertain their fantasies, as I’m sure they will.

I’ll be at my usual haunt this evening, drinking my usual libation, quietly plotting fiction, always distracted by the thought of you and by the memory of you. There are things we haven’t yet done — in fact, I’m thinking of things we haven’t yet done faster than we’re doing new things. And everything we’ve done, Kitten, I want to do again. And again.

I like our brief encounters and our leisurely ones. I like taking my time with you, and I like simply taking you. I like gentle and I like rough. Above all, I like telling you what to do, or simply doing what I want with your body without even thinking about whether or not you’ll accept it. Your eager, wanton submission is the most powerful aphrodisiac, Kitten, that I’ve ever experienced.

So dance, and drink, and be a little bit careful. And daydream, and remember. And anticipate.

Imagine lying on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass, my fingers in your pussy, your vibrator pressed hard against your clitoris, my arm tight around you holding you in place. And don’t just imagine it: anticipate it. Because it will happen just that way, and when it does I’ll be speaking quietly but firmly to you, saying “take your time, Kitten. I’m going to hold you just like this, and fuck your ass just like this, until you come. Take all the time you want. I’m not going to let you go, not going to let you move, not going to stop thrusting deeply into you — like this, Kitten — until after you come. And then, Kitten, I’ll come in your ass, or your throat, or on your breasts.”

Anticipate that happening soon, dear Kitten. Think of it often, when you’re out having fun.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I hope you slept well. I did — like a log, a sated and happy log. And I awoke thinking wildly inappropriate thoughts of you.

So much for sated.

Good morning, Kitten.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

It’s never enough, but it was wonderful nonetheless, the last time we got together. I’ve been thinking about it, about you, ever since.

You’re lovely. Lovely, and sexy — irresistibly sexy standing there in your panties and camisole, waiting for me so obediently. I told you to kneel, and watched as you took out my cock and brushed your lips along it. I enjoyed that you took your time before putting it in your mouth. You know I like it when you lavish attention on my cock.

I strained you just a little. I know my thrusting into your throat as you were coming was hard for you, that you gagged and almost couldn’t continue. I particularly enjoyed when you were on your hands and knees in front of me, and I thrust my cock down your throat without warning, over and over. I was surprised by how well you took it all the way in, pressing your lips against my body as my cock filled your throat.

And I know, Kitten, that you were worried about my cock in your ass. I was hard and big, and you were afraid it would be too much. But I tried to be slow, and your always able to take me that way if we take our time. It felt fantastic, and I wish you could see how it looked to have me kneeling behind you, gripping your hips, my cock slowly siding in and out of you that way.

But, Kitten, when I came in your mouth, my fingers tangled tightly in your hair, when you moaned and sucked hard on the head of my cock — that was perfect.

Love you. Miss you. Want you.

Thinking of you now.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

Come here. Kneel. Please me.

Kneel. And after that, I’ll make you do other things, some of which will be challenging.

Come.

YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I should be sated. I should be completely content. You’re wonderful, obedient, irresistible, and you give me everything I want.

But I want more, Kitten. I want all the things we did, and I want the things we didn’t do. I want to hold you down and take your nipples in my mouth and leave you desperate. I want you on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass. I want–

My wants, where you’re concerned, seem endless, Kitten.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

Thank you for your note tonight.

You’re mistaken about one thing: yes, I do want to cause you discomfort, even pain. I often think of spanking you hard, repeatedly, until you’re close to tears and almost ready to beg me to stop. I think about thrusting my cock into your throat until it’s too much for you and, again, you want to ask me to stop but aren’t quite willing to do it.

You know I don’t want to hurt you, Kitten. But I do want to push you beyond, sometimes far beyond, your limits. You’ll find out that this is true.

Love,
Sir