Kitten,

You don’t deserve a beating. You’ve behaved well, and are always obedient. I’m proud of you for always doing as your told. You’re a wonderful, sweet, submissive kitten, and I love you.

But I want to beat you. Specifically, I want to whip you with my belt until your bottom is bright red. More specifically, I want to whip both you and your little sub, side by side, both of your pretty red bottoms lifted up to me. I want you both to know what I’m doing to you, so that you can be proud of well you taking a whipping from your dom.

Later, in private, I’ll use you in other ways — in all the ways. But for the beating, I want it to be just you and your little sub being beaten together, hurting together, holding on to each other as I alternate between you. I want her to see how a good and obedient sub responds to a thorough whipping.

In all sorts of ways, Kitten, I want you to show others what a good sub you are.

Want.

Love,
YOUR Dom

I describe the same thing, or variations of it, over and over because I write these things for me, not for you. So I write about what I want; what you want is, as we say, tertiary.

And you know what I want. I want you on your knees. I want you naked, on your knees, your hands resting on your thighs, your mouth open, your eyes down because you’re a good submissive and it’s hard to look up at me. So down, Kitten. On your knees.

When I reach down and grab your breast roughly in my hand and pinch your nipple hard, you can gasp. But don’t move. Good subs don’t pull away — and you’re the best sub, Kitten. As I roll your nipple back and forth between my thumb and finger, pinching it hard, you can bite your lip, you can squeeze your hands into fists, but you can’t pull away. And you know that, and so you never try. My good sub.

And when I reach down to feel how wet you are, if I tell you to spread your legs you’ll do it right away. My good little Kitten. You please me with your quick obedience. And it pleases me that you’re always wet, always ready for me to push my fingers into you or bend you over and take you. Always ready, just like a good sub should be for her mean old dom. And when I tell you to touch yourself, you’ll do that to. That’s a good girl.

But back to what I want, which is for you to service me eagerly and enthusiastically. I want to look down and see you licking the length of my cock, rubbing it on your face, pressing it against your cheek as you kneel there with your mouth open and your eyes closed. I want to see you yield as I grab your hair and pull your head back before thrusting into your open mouth.

That’s what I want, what I always want. I want that complete submission of your lips around my cock, you lost to everything except the feeling of my cock filling your mouth. I want you to suck when I tell you to, to lick when I tell you to, to choke when I tell you to, and to swallow when I fill your mouth.

For the rest of your life, Kitten, this is your duty. Whenever I want, as often as I want, no matter what else you’re doing, you’ll kneel when I tell you to and lose yourself in servicing me. In the car, in the kitchen, in bed — wherever we are, you’ll open your mouth and swirl your tongue around the head of my cock and wait for me to finish, all the while showing your eager obedience.

You’ll do that, Kitten, because that’s your job. I’ll take care of you, Kitten, in as many ways as I can. And you’ll surrender your body to me, every way I tell you to.

Good Kitten. You please me.

Love,
Q.

I worked out tonight, a lot, and now my arms are sore and I’m feeling hard and pumped and aggressive.

I’m thinking of you in the kitchen, like a scene from a movie. You’re standing at the counter, and I slip my hand behind you and between your legs, and grab you, hard, and lift you up and throw you across the counter. I grab your neck and hold you there, and pull your short little pants down and take you from behind while you stand on the tips of your toes, never letting go of your neck.

I take you hard, without warning, and you hurt from the pounding, and I don’t stop until I come inside you.

And then I tell you you’re a good girl.

Down.

No preamble. We have all the time in the world, but we don’t have it right now. Kneel.

Good girl.

Now while you show me how much you love having my cock in your mouth — that’s a good girl. Show me, make it obvious. Good girl….

While you kneel there and eagerly, obediently take me into the back of your throat, let me tell you what I’m going to do to you in a little while.

Whatever I want. It’s wonderful to be the dom, to take what I want whenever I want it.

That’s a good girl. Just like that. All the way now…. Good girl!

And what I want, kitten, when I’m ready for you to stop doing what you’re doing, is for you to drop down to your hands and knees, and rest your weight on your elbows, and lift that pretty little ass of yours up to me. Good girl. Keep doing that. And then just wait like that, wondering whether I’m going to just fuck you, or fuck that pretty ass that so desperately needs to be abused.

Today I’m just going to fuck you, because that’s what I want. Your pretty ass will have to wait a little longer — not much longer.

That’s right, keep sucking my cock. Good girl. Let me feel your tongue swirling around it. Yes, good. You please me, kitten. You make me very happy.

I’m going to take my time fucking you until you come — and I don’t care how long you take. I’m going to enjoy the long slow thrusts, enjoy slapping that beautiful bottom of yours, enjoy pushing you down further and thrusting harder into you.

When you come, you won’t stop until I let you. I’ll fuck you faster and harder while you’re coming, and I won’t stop for a long time. While you’re coming, almost crying, I’ll tell you how you’ll turn around after and eagerly suck me again, how I haven’t come for too long and I’m going to fill your mouth, how I’ll insist — as I always do — that you swallow it all, every drop.

Good kitten. All the way again. Choke on it. That’s a good girl. I’m proud of your obedience, my dear kitten wife.

You please me. Endlessly, always, eternally, you please me.

Now turn around, kitten, and lift that pretty ass for me.

Good girl.

Kitten,

I just wanted to tell you how it will be when I walk in tomorrow. Because it’s on my mind right now.

You’re going to start the coffee maker for me. You’re going to tell me about your day. I’m going to interrupt you and tell you to pull up your shirt and show me your breasts. You’ll stand there until I tell you you can lower your shirt. I’ll tell you what a good girl you are. (And you are. You’re a wonderfully good, obedient, submissive little girl.)

You’ll finish telling me about your day while the coffee brews. Then you’ll pour me a cup, and we’ll go to the living room. I’ll sit down, and you’ll kneel between my legs and take out my cock and put it in your mouth, while I sit and drink my coffee and watch your head bob slowly up and down and slowly stroke your hair and tell you how proud I am of you.

Then I’ll stand up and thrust into your throat and fill your mouth. You’ll swallow every drop, like you always do, and keep sucking my cock until I finally reach down and lift you to your feet.

That’s my good girl.

Love,
Your Dom

Kitten,

Tonight I am thinking about taking care of you. That covers a lot of ground: I want to take care of your day-to-day troubles, I want to make you feel securely dominated, and I want to beat you and use you so that your body knows how helpless and possessed it is. I want to take care of you because you are my person and my sub — mine — and I am your person and your dom — yours. And because I love you.

Mine. Yours.

When I have you on your back and I’m holding your hips and pulling them up off the bed, I can thrust into you so that my cock hits high and forward inside you. I touch the same place with my fingers when you’re on your back and my cock is in your mouth, and I’ve got two fingers deep inside you curled and pressing hard against you.

You know the spot I mean.

It’s the same place I hit when you’re on your stomach and I’m holding you down against the bed, my weight pressing against you, thrusting almost straight down into you, the fingers of one hand curled around your pelvis to hold you still.

One of these days very soon, I’ll fuck your lovely ass while you’re in that position. But I’m not talking about that right now. (I imagine you shaking your head no, cutely, as you read this. It makes me smile, knowing I’ll ignore you — and knowing you know I’ll ignore you.)

I talk about making a movie. I don’t know if we ever will; it isn’t important to me that we do. But I love the thought of showing you off.

More than a movie, I want to have you in front of an audience. We will do that someday. It’ll be a small audience, perhaps one couple, probably young, carefully chosen. We’ll be somewhere far from home, in a hotel. I’ll find them and arrange for them to be in our room, sitting in dim light, where they can watch but not be too obvious.

The rules will be very clear: they can watch, but they can’t speak, or touch you. You’ll know they’re there, but you’re an obedient sub and so you’ll do as I tell you. You’ll undress, and kneel, and service your dom just as I like, with me thrusting roughly into your throat as I tell you what a good kitten you are, what an obedient kitten.

Then you’ll lie on your back on a table, naked, while I take stand at the end of the table and take you. I won’t make you have an orgasm, not this first time. That’s for my pleasure only, your orgasm. This is simply for showing off my kitten and how obedient she is.

After, when they’re gone, we’ll start again. This time, you’ll have orgasms — the long, drawn-out ones I like to inflict on you. You’ll have orgasms with my cock in you in every possible way, until you’re quivering and exhausted. Then I’ll come in you, deep inside you, filling you. (Yes, it will be after the surgery. I am very eager for this, to fill you that way. Again and again and again.)

Want.

Love.

YOUR,
Q.

Kitten,

Something we were talking about last night has been on my mind. It’s another fantasy, something that isn’t real, isn’t the truth, but that is interesting — and arousing — to think about.

I told you that I like imagining that you kneel for me as a kind of payment for the things I do for you. We both know that isn’t true, that what we do is much more intimate and loving and mutual than that.

But, for some reason, I still get hard when I think about you dropping to your knees and opening your mouth to eagerly repay me for something I did. It’s the possession, the sense of ownership of you, that I feel when I imagine it: my sub, servicing her dom.

Want.

Love,
YOUR Dom

Kitten,

There is one dom and one sub. At first, thinking about the d/s thing, I thought it was a mode, a way of being: doms are doms, always, and subs are subs, always. There’s truth in that — I’ve always been fundamentally the way I am, as you, I’m sure, have been the way you are. But a d/s pair isn’t simply a dom and a sub being what they are. It’s more than that.

I’m your dom, and you’re my sub. I’m not, and never have been, anyone else’s dom. However dominant I may be in bed, I’ve never had a d/s relationship before. And however submissive you may be in bed — or want to be — you’ve never been in a d/s relationship, even though you are, by nature, a submissive girl.

I suppose some dom could have multiple submissive lovers, and some sub could have multiple dominant lovers. And maybe some sub can truly submit to multiple doms, and some dom truly devote himself to caring for multiple subs. Maybe that would work for some.

But you’re my sub, and it’s your submission I want. I want your kneeling by my chair, waiting to be told to service me. I want you standing, naked, eyes down, waiting for me to walk into the room and tell you what to do. I want you lying on your back on the bed, legs spread, not moving, always waiting for me to decide how I’ll take you, always ready to obey.

* * * * *

I want to show you off. I want people to see what an obedient, submissive Kitten you are. I want them to see how wanton and eager you are when you service your old dom. I want them to watch you choke on my cock, watch you struggle to take it all, my hand on the back of your head pulling you hard against me. I want them to hear you gasp and moan when I finally let you breathe.

I want them to see you kneeling on the bed, your ass raised for me, waiting obediently for whatever I’m going to do to you. I want them to hear you crying out as I drive my cock slowly into you, hear your muted whimpers as I open you and fill you. They’ll know it hurts, and they’ll be impressed by your submission and devotion. And it will be obvious to them how pleased I am with you, how much I enjoy you, how proud of my submissive little Kitten I am.

But mostly, right now, I want you lying on my bed, on your back, desperately holding on to me as I thrust again and again into you, your breasts pressed against my chest, my hand under you lifting you up against me. I want you to be so close to coming that way that, when I finally tell you to take your vibrator, you come screaming and crying while I tower over you and fuck you relentlessly, deeply, over and over and over.

I want my Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Sir

PS God but I am missing you.

Kitten,

Some people make lists of the things they want to do at least once in their lives. I’ve never had a “bucket list,” but I’m making something a little bit like that now — a list of the things I want to do with you and to you, not once but again and again.

Everything we already do is on it. We’ll do much more of all of those things.

But there are things we haven’t yet done that I want to do, and that I want to do many times. I’ve mentioned some of them, but let me tell you again.

Kitten, I want to tie you up in ways I haven’t yet. I want you on a weight bench, kneeling, strapped down so that your mouth and your ass are available to me. I want you tied up standing, with your arms and legs spread — I’ll have to do a little remodeling, I think, to make that work — so that I can spank you, and fuck you, and play with your body.

I want an audience, Kitten. I want another couple, strangers, to sit nearby and watch as you obey me. I want them to see how a good sub behaves, and then to try it themselves, with each other, with us as an example. And if they do it wrong, I’ll tell them to wait, and to watch how we do it, how I command you and you obey.

I want to watch you lick my come off of another woman’s body.

I want to tie you down on the bed, on your stomach, your arms and legs spread, and thrust deep into your ass for a long time.

I want — always “I want” — to make a video, a good one, of you kneeling, and then bending over the bed, and lying down with your legs spread, and doing everything I tell you. I want to record my cock sliding into your pussy. I want to record your orgasms, and mine with my cock in your mouth.

I want to fuck you until we’re both exhausted, until you’re sore and bruised and swollen, and then sleep with you, and then tell you, in the morning, to suck my cock again.

I want my Kitten, tired and sleepy and warm and naked, curled up safely beside me as I read myself to sleep.

All of it. Some of it soon, the rest of it later. But I want it all.

Love,
Sir

My Kitten,

As much as I enjoy all of the things I do to you, all of the demands I place on your lovely little body, what pleases me most is your eager submission to my every wish. I look forward to the simplest things — telling you to stand and undress for me, or making you kneel quietly beside me while I sit and read — almost as much as I anticipate the pleasure of thrusting deep into you in every possible way. I enjoy commanding you, and watching you surrender happily to my authority.

My domination and your submission is the form my possession of you takes. When you obey me, I possess you. You always obey me, and I know you always will, every time I command you, and so I always possess you: I always have your obedience.

It’s a big thing for one adult to submit so totally to the authority of another — for a woman to submit so totally to the authority of a man. When you surrender your body to me and I take it and use it for my pleasure — for all of my many and varied pleasures — you make yourself absolutely vulnerable to me, defenseless, helpless. That’s beautiful, a wonderfully loving and erotic act.

Soon, Kitten, I’ll take your lovely little body and use it roughly. I’ll beat you, leave you red and sore and bruised and aching. I’ll drive my hard cock too deeply into you, open you too much, choke you for too long. I’ll make you come again and again, until you’re limp and gasping, weak and shaking. And then I’ll put my cock back in your mouth and tell you what a good girl you are, even as I thrust it deeply into your throat once again. I’ll make you surrender, and then I’ll fill your mouth with my come and tell you to swallow it all — always, to swallow it all. My obedient little Kitten.

Love,
Your Dom

Kitten,

I am missing you particularly strongly today. I’ve wanted to talk to you a dozen times. I’ve wanted to have you curled up beside me, or on the floor by my feet as I sit and work.

But more, most acutely, I want you kneeling in front of me. I want to walk in and find you waiting for me, on your knees, naked, your hands resting on your thighs. Just waiting for me. I want to walk casually up to you, stand in front of you, look down at your nakedness, run my hand through your hair — and then watch as you service me.

For a long, long time, Kitten, I want to stand there, my hand in your hair or on your head, as you slowly take the full length of my cock down your throat, again and again. I want to exhaust you with my cock before I finally lay you on the bed and fuck you in every possible way.

Soon, Kitten. Until then, know that, all day, I’ve imagined it.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’ve been thinking today of how it satisfies me to see you on your knees. Simply commanding you to kneel pleases me. I like knowing that you’ll obey instantly, that you’ll treat it as a duty to be performed without question.

I want you on your knees. I want to tell you to kneel and see you drop to the floor and then wait for me to stand in front of you. It isn’t merely the sensation of your lips around my cock, as nice as that is. Even more, it’s the complete obedience, the willing submission. There are other things I do to you that are harder for you, more painful, more demanding. But there’s something about the simple act of kneeling that’s particularly, beautifully, submissive.

As much as I love to pull you down onto my lap in the car and make you suck my cock while I’m driving, making you kneel for me is even better. Some night, I’m going to pull the car over and get out, open your door, and tell you to step out and kneel on the ground while I fuck your mouth. It will happen in the bedroom, in a quiet park at night, in a hotel room. Every chance I get, I’m going to make you kneel and service your dom.

The first time we have an audience, Kitten, the first thing you’ll do in front of them will be to kneel for me. Kneel, and worship my cock, and lose yourself in it while they watch you and appreciate how you surrender to it.

If you were here right now, Kitten, you’d be kneeling. And it would be a long time before I let you up.

Kneel, Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

I want you on your knees, on the floor, in front of me. I want to watch you wait obediently until I tell you to take out my cock and put it in your mouth. I want you to press your lips against my stomach as you unfasten my belt. I want to stroke your hair as you work to get my big hard cock out and put your lips around it.

And then I want you to worship my cock, Kitten. I want to stand and watch you as you lick the length of it, run your lips along it, take the head in your mouth and circle your tongue around it. I want to feel the back of your mouth against it, and to pull you firmly toward me as it slips down your throat and I slowly drive it in and out while you wait to be allowed to breathe again.

I want you wet, aching to be fucked. I want you to kneel obediently, your hands on your thighs, as I manhandle your breasts and fuck your mouth. I’ll pause only to reach down and slip my fingers into you and feel your wetness, my hand in your hair tipping your head back while I’m thrusting my fingers up into your pussy. And then I’ll stand up again and push my cock back between your lips and tell you to take it all. And you’ll obey.

I want you to feel as if I own your body, Kitten. I want to touch it everywhere, to thrust my cock into your mouth and your pussy, and then into your ass. To slip my fingers into you, to roll you over and push your legs apart, to grab you and spread you and penetrate you and make you gasp from the sudden pounding and thrusting.

I want you to surrender, to come so hard and so long that you just want to collapse in a shivering puddle — but to know that I’m not done with you, not even close to done with you. When you’re lying on your back on top of me with my cock deep in your ass, I want you to know that it isn’t going to stop for a long time, and all you can do is take it, take my cock in your and my fingers thrusting into your pussy and my arm tight around you holding you down helplessly against me.

I want you to wonder, after an hour of my cock pounding into you, how there can possibly be more — and then to realize that I haven’t come yet, and that I’m going to fuck your mouth hard and deep, that I’m going to make you choke and gag and you’re already tired and worn. And then I’m going to kneel over you and turn you on to your side, so that you curl up on the bed in front of me, your pussy throbbing and your body squirming, as I slowly drive my cock in and out of your mouth and watch you sucking it so dutifully, obediently, submissively.

I want you to worry that you can’t possibly swallow it all, that you’re too tired, that I’ll spill out on your hands and I’ll make you lick your fingers and then lick and suck my cock some more. I will: I want you to swallow everything, every time. I want to claim your little body that way.

Kneel, Kitten. Take off your clothes and kneel. Spread your legs. Open your mouth, and wait for my cock.

Your dom misses you, and wants you.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

That’s what I want right now. I want you on your knees in front of me, my hand tangled in your hair and holding your head tightly still. I want to tip your head back–

“Look at me, Kitten.”

I want to watch you open your eyes, try to meet mine, look away, but try again when I tell you too.

“Open your mouth, Kitten.”

And with obvious relief you’ll close your eyes and open your mouth. This is something with which you’re comfortable. You know how to serve me this way, and it’s no challenge for my dear submissive to kneel and wait, obediently, your hands resting on your naked thighs, for my cock to slide between your lips and fill your mouth.

“All the way, Kitten. Take it all the way down.”

My hand in your hair leaves you no choice, as I roughly shove my cock into your throat. You’re caught by surprise, not expecting me to thrust so hard so fast, and all you can do is kneel there, my cock filling you and choking you, while you wait for me to pull back and let you breathe and swallow.

Tonight, my dear little Kitten, you’re going to kneel for a long time while I use you roughly. I’ll squeeze your naked breasts, pinch your nipples hard, and thrust my cock deeply into your throat. You’ll choke and gag on my cock, moaning when I finally let you breathe. I’ll tell you to spread your legs, and I’ll lean forward and slip my fingers into you for a moment — giving you a welcome chance to catch your breath before my fingers thrust hard up into you and make you gasp again.

And then I’ll stand up and grab your hair again and pull you toward me, and my big hard cock will fill your mouth and throat again. While your eyes water and you struggle with my cock, you’ll wonder what it’s going to be like when I finally stand you up and bend you over and take you. You know it’s going to be painful having me thrust so fast into you. It’s going to hurt even before I whip your bottom with my belt, even before I grab your hair and pull your head back and fuck you hard and long.

As you kneel sucking my cock, you’ll wonder if I’m going to fuck your ass today. I will, you’re almost sure of it. You’re afraid, but you know it doesn’t matter; I’m going to do what I want, and you don’t have any choice but to take it.

You suck my cock harder, hoping I’ll come too soon and spare you all the other things you know I want to do to you. You tighten your lips around it, run your tongue along my cock, suck and moan — you want to beg me to come now, like this, before I’ve broken your poor little body by thrusting my cock into you too hard and too deep and every possible way.

But I pull your head back, and I lift you off the floor and turn you around.

“Kneel on the bed, Kitten, so that I can fuck you.”

And you know it’s going to be a long, hard night of surrender.

Sir

Kitten,

More and more, what I want — what I think of first when I think of you here — is to have you exposed and vulnerable. I want you on your hands and knees, your shoulders down, your ass raised to me, your legs spread. I want you to know I’m looking at you, know I’m about to thrust my big hard cock into you — and I want you to wait, obediently, for that to happen.

When we have our audience — and we will — you’ll kneel like that, knowing that others are looking at you too. You’ll press your cheek against the bed, close your eyes, and wait for whatever is going to happen. And you’ll know that, whatever I do to you, everyone will be watching. Everyone will hear me tell you to be still, everyone will watch as I fuck you slowly and deeply, and hear you moan and whimper. And then everyone will listen as I tell you to turn around and suck my cock again, and watch as you do it so eagerly and obediently.

You’ll kneel, my cock in your mouth, my hand in your hair, and close your eyes and forget everyone else, hardly even know that they’re there, watching you, getting excited by you. You’ll focus on my cock in your throat, on breathing, on sucking when I tell you to suck, and moving your tongue around the head of my cock when I tell you to. And you’ll only remember that there’s an audience when I tell them what a good sub you are, how obedient and eager you are, and how I do whatever I want to you and you’re always willing, never resisting.

We won’t have an audience next time. It’s going to be awhile before I get that set up. But you’ll obey just the same, surrender yourself just the same, and I’ll enjoy every minute of commanding your little body, possessing you, owning you, and using you for my pleasure.

I can hardly wait, Kitten. I can already feel your tight wet pussy around my cock, your lips and your tongue sliding along it, your ass, red from my hand striking it, shivering against my thigh as I drive my cock deeper into you.  I can already see you squirming while you suck my cock, see your beautiful naked pussy as I slip my fingers into you and drive my cock into your throat.

Your obedience excites me, Kitten. You are a wonderfully sexy girl, and your eager surrender is perfect for me.

Love.

Sir

Kitten,

As it seems we’re faced with a small but inevitable little pause, let me tell you what I’m thinking about.

I’m watching our video right now. I’m watching you with your cheek resting on my stomach, hearing your little whimpers as I hold your head down, the sucking sounds as my cock slips out of your mouth and back in. And, always, me telling you what to do, telling you what a good job you’re doing, what a good and obedient Kitten you are.

I want others to see that. I want others to watch you rubbing my cock on your face, and then eagerly slipping it back into your mouth. I want others to hear you moan and whimper when I fuck your throat.

For now, I won’t let anyone else fuck you. I won’t tell you to suck another man’s cock while I’m fucking you. I won’t tell you to lick your girlfriend’s pussy while I fuck your ass. All of that might come later. Right now, I’m going to have you lie on your back on a table, your head turned toward me, my cock thrusting hard into your throat, while your hips squirm and you moan and whimper with pleasure, and everyone watches you. They’ll watch my cock sliding into your mouth, and they’ll watch me spread your pussy and thrust my fingers into you. They’ll watch me fuck your mouth, and your pussy, and your ass. The men will wish they were me, and the women will wish they were you.

In the video, I’m coming in your mouth now. I’m coming in your mouth and on your cheek — and then you rub my cock on your cheek and put it back in your mouth, and suck it some more. And you moan.

God, you’re beautiful, lying there sucking my cock, eager for it, aching for me to come, gasping and moaning and thrusting your hips.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Your Dom

My last taxi run tonight will start around 11:00.

Kitten,

I’m eager to have you again. I’m looking forward to telling you exactly what to do, when to kneel, when to spread your legs, when to come.

My good, obedient little sub, who always does exactly as she’s told. Even when it hurts, even when it chokes you and leaves you sobbing, gasping, aching.

I’m going to use your little body, Kitten, until you’re swollen and bruised and sore, completely helpless, completely surrendered.

Soon.

Your
Dom

Kitten,

Soon you’ll be standing by the foot of my bed again, naked, your panties on the floor around your feet. You’ll have knelt and taken my cock in your throat for an uncomfortably long time, and, though we’ve just begun, your lips will already feel swollen and battered, and your throat sore.

You’ll stand, bent over and grasping the foot of my bed, as I take off my belt. You’ll hear it slide out of the loops on my jeans, hear me take the buckle in my hand. You’ll imagine me slowly wrapping the leather around my hand, until enough is hanging loose to make a stinging slap against your exposed ass.

I’m experimenting, Kitten, with the best way to curl it, the right amount of leather to leave hanging.

You’ll feel my hand sliding slowly over your ass, feeling your smooth skin. And then you’ll feel the first small slap of belt against your bottom, first one side and then the other. My hand will slide over you again, grip you briefly.

“Spread your legs, Kitten.”

You’ll obey, because you’re a wonderfully submissive and obedient Kitten. You’ll spread your legs, and stand still as my hand slides between your thighs and my fingers spread your lips to feel your wetness. I’ll pause, thrust two fingers quickly into you so that you gasp, and hold you like that, lifting you slightly by the force of my palm against your pussy.

And then the belt will slap against your ass again, harder this time. You’ll feel my fingers in you, and you’ll feel the sting of the belt striking your bottom in slow, sharp, regular slaps. Every now and then I’ll pause to lean against you and work my fingers more deeply into you, thrusting them in and out firmly. But then the slow steady beating will continue, until your bottom is red and tender and hot from the leather.

When I finally push you down on the bed, Kitten, onto your stomach, and shove your legs far apart with mine, and take you deeply from behind, you’ll be thankful that the whipping has ended — but you’ll enjoy the throbbing of your bottom pressing against me as I slam my cock into you, over and over. I’ll hold you down with my hand on your neck, watching as you grip the sheets tightly and grimace from the rough pounding of my cock deep in you, knowing you’re helpless to do anything but gasp and breathe and wait for it to end.

After a lot of that, Kitten, and after you’re almost numb and dazed from it all, gasping and weak, after all that I’ll make you come — first with my cock deep inside you, and then again with it in your throat. And then I’ll let you rest, curled up against me, before I decide how I want to use your body for my pleasure.

Sir

Kitten,

What I want is simple. I want you, Kitten, and a friend — A, or M, or anyone else, anyone who you want to have in bed with you. I want you and your friend warm and naked together in my bed, late in the evening, each with a glass of wine. I want you to enjoy each other for awhile while I do other things.

Then I want to walk into the bedroom and call you both to me as I stand by the bed. I want you both to obediently lower yourselves to your knees by the bed, side by side, so that I can look down on the two of you and see your flowing hair, your bare breasts, nipples aroused from the time you spent playing together. And I want to say “worship my cock, both of you.”

I want to reach down and stroke your hair, and hers, and cup your breasts in my hands one by one. I want to hold your head, Kitten, and drive my cock deep into your throat, so that she’s amazed that you can take it all and take it for so long. I want the two of you to serve me, to run your lips along my cock, to kiss each other as you kiss the head of my cock, and to take turns taking it into your mouth.

I want to grab her hair and pull her head back, pulling my cock out of her mouth, and say “Kitten, suck my cock,” and watch you take it eagerly between your lips. Then, after I thrust roughly into your mouth for a little while, I want to pull your head back and thrust my cock back into her mouth. I want to say “touch each other while you suck my cock” and watch your hands slide down between each other’s legs, even as I continue to alternately fuck each of your mouths.

Then, when you’re both wet and squirming and your lips are swollen and your throats are sore, I want to pick you up and lay you on the bed and lay her beside you, and then fuck you slowly and thoroughly, my cock driving deep into you with each thrust, while she kisses your lips and your breasts and runs her hands over you.

I want to hear you sobbing and gasping and coming loudly, before I tell you to take my cock back in your mouth and suck it again. Over and over, I want you moaning and crying out and coming until you can’t move, until you’re a shivering little girl curled up with your shivering little friend and I’m enjoying the sight of both of you, and thinking of what I’m going to make you both do next.

Love,
Your Dom

Kitten,

I enjoy commanding you, telling you what to do and watching you obey. But tonight I want to simply force you to service me.

I want to stand in front of you and put my hands on your shoulders and push your naked body to your knees. I want to hold you like that, my fingers clamped tightly on your shoulders, as I thrust my cock into your mouth.

Then I want to sit down, comfortably, and pull you toward me, so that you’re kneeling between my legs. I want to put my hand on your head and hold you as I thrust my cock back into your mouth. For a long time, for many minutes, I want to push your head down on my cock, over and over, and feel it hit the back of your throat and slide down your throat, choking you as I thrust deeply.

Your mouth, Kitten, was made for my cock. You were made to suck my cock. You were made to kneel obediently and swallow my cock, gagging on it and choking and never stopping until I let you breathe.

Soon, my obedient, submissive Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

I’m waiting. Soon enough I’ll have the hours with you, hours to do everything I want to your obedient little body. Until then, I’ll wait, patiently but lustfully.

But, before then, I’ll have moments with you. And I’ll use some of those moments, my dear little Kitten, to use you roughly and selfishly for my pleasure. I’ll put my hand on your neck and pull you down, thrusting into your throat as I hold you firmly and choke you with my cock. I’ll satisfy myself with your willing and eager body, Kitten, and then send you off with numb and swollen lips and the smell and taste of me on your hands and in your mouth.

I want your obedience. I want it for hours at a time as you suck my cock endlessly and raise your ass to me. And I want it for minutes at a time, when you dutifully lick my cock and swallow every drop. I want your submission, your surrender to my quiet firm demands. “Kneel, Kitten.” “Spread your legs, Kitten.” “On your hands and knees, Kitten, and suck my cock. Now.”

“Worship my cock, Kitten.”

Your dom misses you, Kitten, and is eager to have you again, soon, and in every possible way.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I rarely weave long and involved fantasies. Most often I imagine moments, brief scenes I’d like to create with you, specific things I’d like to do to you — all, of course, things that we’ll eventually do. I’m going to share a few of those future moments with you, Kitten.

You, naked, on your hands and knees, tied to a low padded bench. You’ve been there for what seems a long time, as I fuck your pussy and your throat by turns, pausing occasionally to spank your bottom with my belt, or to slap your breasts and pinch your nipples hard. When I stand in front of you, I grab your hair and pull back your head, and then thrust my cock roughly into your throat. You endure it, obediently, enjoying the submission even as the strain of it makes your body ache and tremble. And every time I step behind you, every time you feel my palm slap the insides of your thighs and run firmly over your pussy, you worry: will I push my big, hard cock, so wet from your throat, into your pussy, or will I fuck your ass now while you’re helpless to pull away?

You, naked, on your back, lying still as I’ve told you to do, while your friend (A, or M, or another you’ve brought) kneels naked over you. I’m nearby, watching, as she kisses you, runs her hands over your body, and then her lips, kissing you everywhere. In a few minutes, after I’ve enjoyed watching the two of you, I’ll kneel between your legs, my body over yours. I’ll put my hand on her neck and push her down, so that her breasts are pressed against yours, and hold her against you while I slowly fuck you. As I thrust into you, you’ll cling to each other, kissing, running your hands over each other. I’ll hold her by the neck, and thrust deeply into you, and it will go on for a long time.

You, on your back on top of me, my cock deep in your ass, as you hold a vibrator against your pussy while I slowly fuck you. I have one hand on your hip, not letting you pull away or move. My other grasps your breast tightly as I manhandle you and pinch your nipple. Your head is thrown back against my shoulder, your hair spilling out around me. I take my hand from your hip and slip two fingers into your pussy, so tight from my cock in your ass, and you come with a loud cry and then sob as my cock thrusts relentlessly into your ass, my fingers pushing deeply into your pussy.

You and your friend again, both naked, both on your hands and knees on the bed. I’m behind the two of you, alternately spanking you each with my belt and running my hand over your reddened, sensitive asses. I slap your thighs and hers, pushing your legs apart, and glide my hand over each of your pussies in turn, slipping my fingers into you briefly. You know I’m going to fuck you both, push both of your shoulders down onto the bed and tell you roughly what to do. The spanking hurts you, and you know it hurts her as well, and the two of you face each other with your eyes closed, fingers intertwined as you endure the spanking and, eventually, the deep hard fucking.

Soon.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

There are many things I want, but that are not essential.

I want to take you in a public place, to slowly and relentlessly fuck you as you lie on your back on a table in a dark and noisy bar, while an anonymous crowd stands just out of reach in the shadows and enjoys the sight of my cock slamming into you over and over.

I want to have  you and another woman at the same time, to tell you both what to do, to take you both and then to tell her to fuck your pussy while I’m deep in your throat — and then to come on both of you while you lie naked together.

I want other things as well, some of which are rough and painful and will leave marks on your sexy little body. I want to bend you over a table and fuck your ass without warning. I want to spank you hard, to pinch your nipples and slap your breasts while I’m thrusting hard into you. I want to tie you to a bench and take my time fucking you every way, over and over, while you kneel helpless.

I want to make you come far too many times.

But those things aren’t necessary, Kitten — and certainly not necessary right now. There’s only one thing I need right now, my dear obedient little sub.

I need you on your knees. I need you to drop to your knees in front of me, obediently, eagerly, wantonly, and to open your mouth and be ready to take my cock in your throat. I need you to look up at me when I tell you to, to keep your lips around my cock as I pull your head back and put my hand under your chin. I need you to kneel as I fuck your mouth, to think about breathing and nothing else — breathing and obeying.

I need you to swallow. When I come, when I fill your mouth, I need you to greedily swallow every drop, and to lick and suck my cock until I tell you you can stop. I need to look down at you as my cock becomes soft in your mouth, your lips still around it, your tongue still running over the head as you suck it into your mouth again and again.

That’s what I need, and I need it soon, my dear little sub.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

What I want from you, little one, is what I’ve always wanted: I want you to say “yes, Sir,” and mean it.

I want to tell you what to do and, whatever I say, I want you to answer “yes, Sir.”

“Kitten, kneel.”

“Yes, Sir.”

When you come to me, Kitten, I want you to leave your free will at the door. I want you to walk in knowing that I’m going to possess you, command you, own you, and use you for my pleasure — and that you’ll submit without hesitation to whatever I demand. Even when you know it’s going to be challenging, uncomfortable, painful.

You know, Kitten, that I won’t relent, that I won’t stop once I’ve started, no matter how much you protest or try to pull away. You know that I like it when you try to escape, when you try to pull yourself up the bed so that I can’t thrust so deeply into you. I enjoy grasping your hips and holding you still, pulling you slowly back toward me as I drive myself slowly into you. I enjoy it when it’s challenging for you and yet you submit to me. I want you to feel helpless, to believe that you really have no choice except to endure it and wait for the pain to pass and the pleasure to come. And you know it does, Kitten: the pleasure always comes, eventually.

I want your little body writhing beneath me. I want to tell you to be still, and to watch you struggling to obey. I want you moaning and closing your eyes tightly and clenching your fists — so close to coming that you feel as if you could with just a touch. I want you on the verge of tears, breathing so hard you feel faint, completely surrendered to the sensations of being possessed and used and manhandled and pushed to your limits.

I want you choking on my cock. I want you to wait for each breath, to wait with my cock in your throat, knowing that I’ll pull back in time for you to gasp and swallow and be ready for the next rough thrust as I hold your head and push you down on my cock. I want you gagging, coughing, choking, and powerless to stop it, depending on me to let you breathe when you have to.

I want you to say “yes, Sir,” and mean it, no matter what I tell you. I want you. MY Kitten.

YOUR
Sir

Kitten,

I’m counting.

I want you, little one. I want to bruise your breasts and nipples with my grip. I want to thrust my cock and my fingers deep into your pussy, mouth, and ass. I want to hold you down and pound into you until you ache.

But more than all that, I want to make you obey me. I want to sit back and tell you to worship my cock, and then watch as you crawl naked across the bed and press your lips against my shaft. I want to push you to your knees and grasp your hair tightly in my hand and pull your head hard against me, driving my cock deep into your throat, and watch as you wait obediently for me to take it out so you can breathe again. I want to push you down on your stomach and tell you not to move — “be still, Kitten” — as I slowly take your ass.

I want you here, submitting, surrendering, obeying.

Love, and Desire,
Sir

Kitten,

I love your submission, your willing and eager obedience. I love that you desire so much to please me, and that pleasing me by doing hard things for me appeals to you. I need your submission, just as you need my domination.

When you submit to me, you let my will direct yours. And when you surrender, Kitten, you let my body direct yours. You give up control. You become, in a way, an observer of your own body.

That’s how it seems to me, this thing I want to do to you. I want to overwhelm you, physically, in such a way that your excitement and pleasure and sense of fulfillment and security — and the intensity of it all — make you simply give up and accept that I’ll do whatever I’ll do to you and it’s beyond your ability or desire to resist.

Surrender to my cock thrusting into you, hard, fast, seemingly endlessly. Your throat, your pussy, your ass: surrender your body to me, knowing that you’ll feel it long after, feel the way I’ve marked you and claimed you.

You’ll submit to me. I’ll make you surrender. Soon.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I shouldn’t be surprised anymore when that happens, when the thing that I want so much is also the thing that you want so much. We’ve long since established that we are complementary that way: my drive to dominate and yours to submit are beautifully balanced. Still, it does continue to surprise me. And it pleases me immensely, my dear, obedient, submissive Kitten, that this thing that is so essential to me is also so important to you.

Perfect.

Yes, you’ll kneel for my pleasure, the next time we’re together–and kneel more than once, I expect. You’ll do many things for my pleasure, Kitten. Don’t be too afraid; you know I’m careful with your body and I won’t really hurt you.

Your body. I’ll claim it, use it, enjoy it–and return it to you at the end of the day, aching, exhausted, and marked and bruised only a little.

Come to me, my Kitten.

Your Querido

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Kitten,

What we have is very simple, really, but very rich. I think that’s because we’re being true to our respective natures: mine as a dominant man, and yours as a submissive woman. We aren’t merely a dom and a sub; that’s what we are but not all that we are. But everything, the physical pleasure, the emotional excitement, the deeper love and passion, all are made more vibrant and powerful because we’re being who and what we really are.

Your submission touches me deeply inside, stirs all sorts of primal and powerful urges–and also, Kitten, melts me. As calm and demanding and forceful as I am with you, the protectiveness and possessiveness and love I feel is as great. You know this, but it bears repeating, occasionally. I don’t want you to lose sight of that.

But your submission…. Kitten, however eager you get, however desperate, however distracted with thoughts of being together, know that I feel the same–and that my want becomes almost unbearable when I imagine saying that one thing to you: “kneel for me.”

You’ve used the word “spiritual” before. That’s what it is, for me, when I tell you to kneel and you obey. I want you never to kneel until I tell you to–and then always to kneel when I tell you to. Because telling you to kneel is my greatest, purest act of domination over you; you kneeling is your purest act of submission.

Everything else, whether tying you up, thrusting my cock deep into your pussy or your ass or your throat, spanking you until your bottom is red, pinching your nipples hard, throwing you back against the wall or down into the bed, telling you to undress and bring me your collar, all of that, every demand to which you accede, as wonderful as your submission is, as exciting as it all is, is secondary. Watching you drop to your knees when I tell you to, watching you press your face against my stomach, watching your open your mouth, hearing your moan as I put my hand in your hair and tip your head back before sliding my cock between your lips–these things transport me. When you try to look at me and fail, when your lips finally circle the head of my cock, it’s at that moment that I enter another world with you.

I crave every moment with you, enjoy every act of intimacy, can’t get enough of any of it. But you should know that it is when you kneel in submission to me, it is through that act, that everything becomes perfect for me.

Always kneel for me.

Love,
Sir

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