Kitten,

I need to possess you soon, roughly, totally.

I want you on your knees waiting for me, and then on the bed on your hands and knees while I take you from behind, deeply. I want to take you every way, and to come deep inside you after you’ve had half a dozen orgasms.

I don’t care how sore I leave you. I just want to make unreasonable demands and see you surrender to them, again and again.

Yes, I love you. Yes, I want to take care of you. And yes, I want to use you until you can barely stand, and leave you battered and aching and exhausted.

Q.

We’ve gone too long without time together. I want time, and I want it soon.

I want to touch you. I want you on a massage table, where I can spread oil on your back and touch you for a long time before I demand that you service me. And I’ll demand that, while you’re still on the table, still feeling my hands on your back. And you’ll do as you’re told.

It’s been too long, and we can’t ever catch up for all the lost moments together. But we can grab every moment ahead of us, and we will. We’ll talk — there’s so much talk we haven’t been able to have — but not before I exhaust your body and abuse your mouth and make outrageous, selfish, inflexible demands of you.

Then we’ll talk. Eventually.

Kitten,

It’s never enough of anything, not enough time touching you, not enough time using your body, not enough time talking to you or feeding you. I want more of everything.

Last time, I came very close to doing something awful to your pretty bottom. I’m not sure why I didn’t, probably just impatient to do something else to you. I probably will next time, or the time after. Soon, certainly.

Poor battered Kitten.

I enjoy touching you, making you squirm while you’re lying on your back, taking outrageous liberties with you. I probably bruise you with my fingers, thrusting as hard as I do. But I like watching your reaction, holding you down while I manhandle you. It makes me hard, and then I want to use you in all sorts of ways.

I came a lot, I think. You’re a good girl to swallow it all. That pleases me.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Your Dom

Kitten,

And I am an awful man. I know you were choking today when I told you to go “all the way down,” but you did it anyway. Because you’re such a good, obedient girl.

You please me.

You’re going to please me again soon, after I’ve spent a long time touching you and rubbing oil on your back. That’s the least I can do, considering the things I’m going to do to you afterward. All the things.

I daydream about you kneeling on the bed, your head bobbing slowly up and down, while I pinch your nipples and put my hand on your neck and tell you what a good sub you are. I imagine taking your head in my hands and slowly moving you up and down, pushing into your throat, holding you there and then letting you gasp and breathe again for a moment before I make you do it again.

I’m hard now, thinking about it.

I’m going to be rough with you, Kitten. I’m going to leave bright red handprints on your pretty bottom. I’m going to make you have several orgasms, make you hold the vibrator against your poor battered little body longer than you want to as I hold your hips and slowly thrust back into you. I’m going to tell you to turn around and take my cock in your mouth, choke you with it, then spin you around again and fuck you deeply. Over and over.

When I tell you to kneel on the floor like I did yesterday and today, I’m enjoying making you service me. It isn’t just the feel of your lips sliding down my cock, though I love that. It isn’t just looking down at your naked breasts, at my cock thrusting into your mouth, though I love those things too.

What I love most, my dear wife, is that you do what you’re told. You kneel when I tell you to. You take out your breasts when I tell you to.

I love your obedience. It makes me want to spoil you and do things for you, touch you, feed you, take care of you. And it makes me want to batter your body, leave you sore and exhausted and used and bruised on the inside, bleeding a little where your lips have been pressed between my cock and your teeth for so long.

Sleep well, Kitten. Rest. Get ready for your mean old dom.

ALL My Love,
YOUR Awful OLD Dom

Kitten,

When it’s been too long — and it’s been much too long — I settle, and forget a little bit how much I want you.

Then I spend just a minute with you kneeling in front of me, my cock in your mouth, your breasts out and your eyes looking up at me, and it all comes back, and I want.

I’ve been thinking about you all evening. Wanting. Restless and impatient for the next time I can have you in my bed, touching you, taking my time with you. Doing awful things to you.

And it’s been far too long, and there are so many awful things to do to my Kitten. My obedient Kitten.

ALL My Love,
YOUR Awful OLD Husband

Kitten,

I’m too far away tonight. Anything more than an inch away is too far away, tonight. I want you lying on your stomach in our bed while I touch you for an hour — before I tell you to roll over and begin to do all sorts of things to you.

I want to manhandle you, to treat your body like my property. And I want to make you do things for me.

Soon, Kitten, you are going to spend a long time with your head on my stomach while I stroke your hair and tell you what a good girl you are. I’m going to be selfish and demanding, choking you with my cock, my hand holding your neck and forcing you to take me into your throat.

Then I’ll make you come, loudly, over and over, while I watch you and tell you when you can finally stop and rest. I enjoy your orgasms, Kitten, and don’t care how long they take you or how tiring they are. I like to watch you while you’re coming, to pinch your nipples and thrust hard into you and tell you, over and over, how much you please me.

And you do please me. You are a wonderful, obedient, sexy little Kitten, and I can’t get enough of you.

Soon. And it’s going to be a little… challenging. Kitten.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

Your mean old Dom is missing you.

I don’t like evenings when we’re apart. Tonight in particular I’m feeling lustful and demanding, in a mood to use you a little roughly and without regard to however may orgasms you might have. You might have none at all: I just want your lips and throat around my cock.

Well, that, and to talk to you, and read to you, and be with you. All of it.

Love,
YOUR Beast of a Husband

Kitten,

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

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

Poor, sore Kitten.

Love. All of it.

Q.

Kitten,

I am feeling particularly selfish tonight. I want to look at you. I want to touch you. I want to tell you what to do.

I want your head resting on my stomach while I run my hand over your back and neck. I want to feel your lips sliding slowly down my cock, feel your throat tight around it as you struggle to take the whole length. I want to push your head down as you choke, and tell you what a good girl you are when I let you up to breathe.

I enjoy your orgasms, so I want you to have one or two or three. But, always, I want you back servicing me while I watch you, choke you with my cock, thrust my fingers into you, pinch your nipples, slap you — while I use and abuse your little body.

I’m hard right now, thinking about how battered your lips will be, and how much I’ll enjoy watching you struggle to swallow it all.

You please me, Kitten. You always do. You will again, soon.

Love,
YOUR Dom

Kitten,

It’s been a long time since I’ve told you to stand naked in our bedroom waiting for me to walk in and use you. It’s been a long time since I’ve walked slowly around you, looking at you, appreciating you, patting your pretty ass, cupping your breasts in my hand, standing behind you with my hand in your hair while I hold your throat and ask you if you’re wet….

You’re always wet. My kitten is a wonderful, obedient little sub who loves to please me. And you always please me.

It’s going to please me to take off my belt and bend you over the foot of the bed and beat you until your bottom is sore and pink. It’s been too long since I’ve done that, too. We’ll take our time: my dear kitten needs it, and I’m hard right now thinking about whipping that pretty little body of yours. And then you’ll kneel. That’s something else we haven’t done in too long. All the things — we need time for all the things. And if we don’t have time, enough time for all the things, then we’ll just have to fit all the things in to the time we have. I’m good at fitting things in….

Want. Extreme, intense, lustful, eager want.

Get ready, wife. That’s a good girl.

Q.

I want you right now. I want you lying on your stomach on my bed, with me on top of you. I want to be deep inside you, my weight pinning you down so that you can’t move.

I want to take you every possible way. It’s past time we did that.

Get ready, Kitten.

Kitten,

I want to take care of you, comfort you, do little things for you, and just enjoy your company. I want to tell you how much you matter to me, how much I love you, and how proud I am of you.

But that’s just scratching the surface. I want to do awful things to your body. I want to leave big bruises on your pretty bottom, pinch your nipples until they hurt, thrust my cock so deep into your throat that you choke on it, and fuck you in (for you) painful and unpleasant ways.

I am feeling demanding and greedy and rough and lustful, and I wish I had you tonight.

I’m sure it’s uncomfortable for you when I make your orgasms last so long. I’m sure it hurts when I thrust too deeply into you. I’m sure it’s hard for you to keep your lips over your teeth while I’m thrusting so fast and hard into your mouth, holding your head so that you can’t pull away, telling you what a good girl you are as you struggle to breathe. It makes me smile to think about it. And it makes me hard.

Want. Love, lust, want.

Always.

YOUR,
Horrible, Demanding, Terrible Dom

Kitten,

I am aching to touch you. I want to touch your back and your neck. I want to run my hands over your body. I want to stroke your hair and your arms and your legs, then roll you over and touch your breasts and your face and every inch of your lovely body.

I want your cheek pressed against my stomach, my hand on your neck as you slowly slide your lips down my cock. I want you nestled under my arm, your cheek pressed against my chest, as I slowly run my fingers along your lower back and pat your lovely bottom.

I want you in our bed, in my arms, pressed against me, obediently doing everything you’re told. As you always do. My good kitten, who always pleases me.

Want. Love, and want.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

I am missing you and wanting you right now. It’s almost painful, how much I want to hear your voice… and have you kneeling between my legs as I sit back in my chair and watch you service me.

I feel greedy, demanding, selfish, and entitled: I want you here doing exactly what I tell you, while I stroke your hair and tell you what a good kitten you are as your head bobs slowly up and down, up and down. That’s a good girl.

God. Want.

And love. Want, and love.

Q.

Kitten,

I’m always thinking about you. When I can’t touch you or talk to you, I find myself getting up to find something — coffee, a drink, something to eat — and then realizing that I’m not sleepy, thirsty, or hungry. I’m just restless.

It’s been too long. It’s always too long. I am missing you and wanting you. I want you kneeling beside me as I work while I absentmindedly stroke your hair and rest my hand on your neck. I want you kneeling and waiting, calmly and peacefully and obediently.

That’s always what I want when you aren’t in my bed.

Sleep now. I’ll have you soon.

Love. All of it.
Your Husband and Dom

Kitten,

I am sitting at my desk, working. I’ll be at it for another couple of hours. I have a drink, and I’m sipping it quietly as I listen to music and do my work.

I imagine you here with me. I imagine a cushion on the floor beside my chair, and you kneeling on it. You’re dressed, but barely, wearing something lacy and insubstantial that lets me reach down and manhandle your breasts whenever I feel like it.

I’m focused on my work, but I frequently reach out to stroke your hair and rest my hand on your neck. You lean against my leg, sometimes laying your head on my thigh. I tell you what a good girl you are, how much you please me. I smile, then turn back to my work.

You do please me.

You drink your glass of wine. Sometimes you read, sitting on the floor beside me. Sometimes you ask if I want anything, and then you bring it to me.

Sometimes I tell you to stand beside me so I can look at you, run my hand up your leg under your translucent outfit, pat your bottom. Then I tell you to kneel again.

I could work like this for hours, but tonight I won’t. I want to do things to you, and you can see that I’m growing hard while I work. You know that must be distracting me. It is. And so you brush your breasts against my leg and make a little sighing sound, and I decide I’ve done enough work for one night.

It’s time to ravish my kitten.

If you were here right now, dear kitten….

Well, you’d be uncomfortable. Because I’m very hard right now, and I’d like nothing better than for your throat to be tight around the head of my cock this very moment.

Soon.

All my love,
YOUR
Q.

Kitten,

When I say challenging, I mean physically demanding: my sub is going to be put through her paces. You’re going to be used in every possible way, made to do difficult things, treated like a plaything to be tossed around and battered and beaten and fucked until you ache.

There will be quiet moments too, of course. And you’ll need them.

It’s hard to describe how much I want you right now, and how eager I am to have you kneeling by my bed, kneeling on my bed, on your back, on your side, on your stomach held hard against the mattress, crushed under me.

I’m going to enjoy beating you, pinching your nipples, slapping your pretty ass and your pretty pussy and your breasts, holding you by your neck while I thrust into you in all sorts of ways.

I love using you. I love your obedience. I love everything about your little body. And I’m pacing already, thinking about having you again.

Lustfully, Eagerly, Always,
Your Q.

Kneel.

That’s right. Kneel on the pillow with your hands resting on your thighs. You may sit down on your ankles until I enter the room. Relax. Just kneel, and wait, and know that you don’t have to decide anything.

Just kneel, naked, and waiting.

When I come in, raise yourself up so that you’re on your knees. Keep your hands on your thighs until I tell you to move them. I’m going to look at you, walk around you, appreciate you. I’ll touch your hair and your neck, slide my hand down your back, cup your breast in my hand. I’ll take my time. I’ll put my hand under your chin and tip your head up while I’m standing in front of you.

You know what’s going to happen, and you know you don’t have to decide anything — that you don’t have any choices.

I’ll enjoy just looking at you for awhile. I always like to look at my lovely naked kitten.

And then I’ll stand in front of you, close to you, and take off my shirt. You’ll press your face against my stomach while I put my hand on the back of your head and hold you there. You’re a good kitten, always doing what I want.

I’ll unzip my pants and take out my cock. It’s hard already, and you’ll take it in your hand and remember how big it is. And then I’ll pull you toward me, and you’ll open your mouth slide your lips down the length of it.

For a long time, all you have to do is breathe, and suck, and swallow. That’s a good girl. You don’t have to think about anything at all. You just have to keep your lips around my cock, bobbing your head up and down, breathing, choking when I push it into your throat and then breathing again. Good girl. Just that, until I tell you the next thing to do.

And it’s always going to be that way. You’ll always be waiting, quietly, obediently, for me to tell you what to do. And often, usually, you’ll wait with my cock in your mouth, with it sliding slowly between your lips, with your tongue swirling around the head as I push it into your throat.

Good girl. Good kitten. Good sub. You please me. You always please me. And I will take care of you.

Always.

Love,
Your Q.

Kitten,

You know I want it all, and I want it all pretty much all the time.

But right now I want you kneeling. I want you here, kneeling on the floor on a pillow at the end of the bed. Kneeling naked, your hands resting on your thighs, waiting for me to finish looking at you and grab your hair and tilt your head back and push my cock into your throat.

Want.

Q.

Kitten,

It had been too long.

I enjoy beating you. I like to see your bottom bright red, with my handprints clear on it. This is something I’ve grown to enjoy more and more over the years, beating you — and not just your bottom, but elsewhere as well.

I also enjoy tormenting you with your orgasms. I like it when you scowl when I hand you your vibrator and tell you to come again. It pleases me. I never care how long you take, and I don’t care how uncomfortable it is for you to keep coming until I let you stop. I like to hear you gasping and crying. And choking.

What an awful beast I must be. Ah, well.

I am eager for next time. I don’t know what I’ll do to you. But that’s okay: I’ll do what I want.

Love,
Q.

… how uncomfortable you are. I don’t care how tired you are. I don’t care how many demands have been placed on you today.

I want you naked, on your hands and knees, on the bed, while I lash my belt across your bottom until it’s bright pink and you’re gasping in pain with every stroke.

Then I want you on your stomach, held down by my weight while I thrust into you, slamming my body against your bruised and reddened ass, holding your wrists and pounding you into the mattress. I want you to feel my weight bearing down on you, crushing you, overwhelming you, while I fill you and bruise you inside and out.

After I’ve come inside you, thrusting so hard that it hurts you, I’ll wrap my arms around you, your back pressed against my chest, your arms crossed over your breasts, your body held tightly against me. I’ll say some nice things to you — things that are all true, heartfelt, sincere, eternal.

Then I’ll thrust my cock into your throat again, and tell you to make me come in your mouth. And you’re a good girl, and you’ll do as your told, even though you’ll be aching and sore afterwards.

Good kitten.

Love,
YOUR Dom

I am distracted tonight by thoughts of my kitten. Loving thoughts, but not gentle thoughts. I want to abuse that little body of yours.

I have work to get done, but the thought of you bent over the end of my bed, or on your hands and knees, or kneeling dutifully while I watch you choke on my cock, keeps drawing my attention away from the things I’m trying to write. I want release, and it’s been too long: I’ve been waiting until I can use you, and now I’m eager and can’t think clearly of anything else.

Want.

Expect a certain amount of discomfort. Expect quite a lot of discomfort. Expect pain; I can guarantee it’s going to hurt.

You’re overdue for a beating, and for other things. Your beast of a Dom is pacing about, restless, selfish, wanting your eager submission.

YOUR
Dom

One. You are my one.

Despite all the awful things I do to you, and will do to you, and am eager to do to you, you are my one. My only one.

And I am yours. Only yours.

Q.

We didn’t do everything I had planned to do. It was because I changed my mind, of course: you always do as you’re told, and that’s one of the many things I love about you. But there’s quite a lot of unfinished business, and we will be focusing on that the next time I have the opportunity. You probably aren’t as sore right now as you often are — and certainly not as sore as I intended you to be.

I’ve been daydreaming about taking you to a hotel somewhere, tying you to the bed, and taking my time with you. I can feel my belt in my hand, hear it hitting your pretty bottom, see the long red lines it leaves. Pause, to thrust my cock down your throat for a few minutes before continuing the slow, relentless beating.

I am wanting you right now way more than a man of my years should, given how much your body satisfied me today. It’s good to be getting back on track. There’s a lot of pain and discomfort in your future, Kitten. And an audience, though I haven’t quite figured that out. We’ll make our little movie first, I think.

In the meantime…

Love,
YOUR Q

Throwing your wet, naked body over my shoulder and carrying you through the snow.

Telling you to drop to your knees in the kitchen.

You on the couch with your crazy friend, both of you naked, as I beat you with my belt. It’s the closest we’ve come to having an audience, and I love it.

The way you dutifully pull up your shirt and show me your breasts when I tell you to.

Laughing together at the same wildly inappropriate things. Thinking alike.

You bent over my car seat, coming while I take you from behind.

The cute way you shake your head “no” when I do awful things to you.

Doing awful things to you.

But always you.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

I have a lot to get done, so I’m sitting at my desk working and will be for the next few hours. What I would like is for you to be kneeling beside my chair, quietly, comfortably, where I can put my hand on you easily to stroke your hair or hold your neck. Just kneel there while I work, until I’m ready to tell you what to do.

I’m going to be a while. You’ll just have to be quiet. You can rest your head on my leg if you like, or curl up against me. But I have to focus on my work right now, so I want you to be a lovely, sexy, obedient little ornament of a kitten right now, waiting and available. I’ll be putting you to use later, a lot of use, much of it uncomfortable for you, some of it painful. I’ll tell you when, and I’ll tell you what to do to get ready. But not yet.

Now relax, Kitten. Just like that. Good girl.

Your mean old beast of a man loves you, and misses you. And wants you.

Q.

Kitten,

Relax. Rest your head on my stomach. You know what to do. That’s a good girl. Now relax, just like that. Let me feel your tongue, your lips slowly sliding back and forth. That’s right. If I want it deeper I’ll make you take it deeper, so just clear your mind and think about how it feels to have my cock in your mouth. Feel my hand on the back of your neck, holding you still. Feel how tightly I’m gripping your neck, how you can’t do anything except lie there with your eyes closed, slowly sucking on my cock, slowly running your tongue around the head of it in your mouth.

Scoot your bottom up so I can touch you, Kitten. That’s good. I’m going to play with my sub’s body, take my time touching you, spreading you open, feeling how wet you are. You just keep sucking my cock like a good kitten. If I want something else I’ll take it. You just relax and obey. Good girl. Just like that.

How many thousands of times have I put my cock into my obedient Kitten’s mouth? I don’t know. But I know that I’ll do it many thousands of times more, with you kneeling submissively, or lying on your back while I look down at you, or on your hands and knees while I hold your hair and thrust into your throat. I’ll always demand that of you, and always love the way you obey so quickly and perfectly. You are my perfect loving sub, and I’m a very lucky dom to have you. I know that.

So just lie there with your cheek pressed against my stomach and my cock pressing against the back of your throat. All you have to do is breathe. Breathe, and swallow when I fill your mouth. Such a good girl.

God but I want you right now.

Love, Always,
YOUR Dom

Lay your head on my stomach. That’s a good girl. I’m going to talk to you while I stroke your hair and run my hand along your back. You know what to do. That’s right, slowly… take your time. You’re going to be here a long time, lying like that, my cock in your mouth. Close your eyes and relax. Just make sure your lips stay around it. That’s right, just like that. Good girl. I’ll tell you what I want, or just push your head down when I want to be deeper. You just relax, and suck my cock, and listen to me.

I’m going to talk for a while while you quietly service me. I’m going to tell you how much I enjoy you, how please I am with your wonderful obedience. I’m going to tell you what a good Kitten you are, and how much I love you. And I’m going to tell you when to run your tongue along the length of my cock, and when to rub it on your face before putting it back in your mouth.

All you have to do is obey, and forget everything else. Just lie here, being obedient and submissive, the way you were born to be. I’ll take care of you, now and always. And all you have to do, now and always, is everything I tell you to do.

In a little while, in an hour perhaps, I’ll tell you to roll on to your back and spread your legs. Then I’ll take you, slowly at first and then roughly, and you’ll come — you’ll come as often as I tell you to come, and for as long as I tell you. You’re such a good girl, and I know I can always depend on you to obey, without having to beat you to make you submit. Oh, I’ll still beat you, but because I enjoy it, not because you need it. You’re a good Kitten, and the beatings are for my pleasure, and not for discipline.

(Though I did beat you once, briefly, for discipline, when you were too caught up with your own little kitten to pay attention to me. It still pleases me to remember that, how much I enjoyed hitting you hard enough to make you jump up and obey.)

My dear beautiful beloved wife and Kitten, my good little girl, my obedient sub, my perfect submissive wonderful girl. That’s right, a little deeper, a little more quickly. Slide your bottom closer to me — that’s right, like that — so I can push my fingers into you. That’s a good sub. Now suck my cock. Make it very hard, before I use it on you roughly. Good girl. Just like that.

Just like that.

Kitten,

The difference between fantasy and reality can be large, not because fantasy is hard to make real, but because reality is simply better.

Reality is you in my bed. That’s best.

Fantasy is you and your own little sub on the couch on your hands and knees, your bottoms in the air, while I beat you both with my belt. Fantasy is the two of you on your knees, both waiting to service your dom. Fantasy is coming all over both of your faces and watching you lick each other clean. It’s a pretty fantasy, and one I’m sure we’ll eventually experience.

But reality is better. Reality, kitten, is you standing naked in my bedroom, waiting quietly for your dom to come in. Reality is me standing behind you, my hand on your throat, telling you what I’ll do to you for the next hour — unless I change my mind and decide to do something else. Reality is me saying “down,” and watching you drop to your knees. Reality is you opening your mouth obediently when I stand in front of you, because that’s what a good sub does. Reality is you choking on my cock, unable to breathe, waiting for me to pull it out a bit so you can gag and cough and swallow before I thrust it back down your throat. Reality is you coming with my cock deep inside you — in your pussy or your throat or your ass. Reality is you struggling to swallow every drop, because I tell you to.

Reality is my fantasy, Kitten. It’s what I daydream about, and it’s what I get every time I have you here. I always get what I want. I want you. I always want you.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

Every night I think about how much I’d like to have you here. More than that, every day I think about how much I’d like to be involved in everything, the day-to-day stuff and the mornings and evenings. I want to take care of you, all the time and in every way. I want to be part of all the things you do, an insufferably ever-present force in your life, frustratingly invasive and endlessly dominating, always knowing where you are and what you’re doing — and telling you when to come home.

Then, at night, touching you and beating you and thrusting so deeply into you that it hurts. Making terrible, relentless demands, always knowing that you’ll obey like the wonderful little sub you are, never wondering if I’m taking too much or using you too hard, never giving a thought to how exhausted and sore and aching I leave you.

Always loving you, always wanting you, always using you, always taking you.

Always,
YOUR Q

Kitten,

I’m sure you’re sleeping. I will be in about five minutes.

Love,
Q

Know that I am thinking about you.

And taking outrageous liberties.

Kitten,

You should know that every time I look at you today I’ll be seeing you on your knees.

Q.

Kitten,

I just want you to know that the future is going to be more intense, year after year. I’m going to use you roughly for many years to come, because I enjoy demanding hard things from you. So, however much it hurts now, it’s going to get worse.

My Kitten. I’m going to break you, again and again, on and on and on.

Love,
Q.

But don’t I always? Isn’t that the joy of being a dom — being able to indulge myself, to do exactly what I want exactly when I want?

Of course it is.

Soon, Kitten, there’s a particular indulgence I intend to pursue. I’m going to enter you slowly and deeply, in every possible way. I’m going to thrust into your pussy, your mouth, and your ass, inch by slow inch, until I’m so deep inside you that you can hardly stand it. I’m going to watch my cock sink into you, watch your body — your lips, your ass — stretch around it and slide down its length. I’m going to fuck you so slowly that you’ll wonder when the first deep thrust will end.

And then I’m going to pull out slowly and do it again. And again.

You’ll feel me on your tongue, then in the back of your mouth, and then in your throat so that you can’t breathe until I’m done. You’ll lie on your stomach while I hold you down and slowly drive my cock into you until you feel my body pressed against your bottom and know I’m way up inside you. And you’ll come with just a few inches of me in your ass, knowing I’m going to keep pushing, slowly, until I fill you completely, telling you to come again and again.

It’s going to be slow but relentless, Kitten. I’m going to enjoy every inch of it, and enjoy making you endure it.

Very soon.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

Frankly, I’ve been thinking of little else. It seemed like a small thing until the moment I decided to do it. Now I can hardly wait.

I’m thinking about that first time I take you, the freedom to do what I want when I want, without having to pause and prepare. I imagine laying you on your back and thrusting deeply into you, then pulling out and pushing my cock into your mouth for a minute or two before fucking you again. Back and forth, as often as I like, no complications, no delay.

You know how much I like coming inside you, how important it is to me that you carry that in your body all day. I’m looking forward to you walking around feeling it inside you, not just the taste in your mouth but the wetness between your legs as well. Or both: that’s going to happen a lot, Kitten, me coming inside you and then telling you to take my cock in your mouth.

I like that you and I alone will know. I like the intimacy of that.

I can see you now, on your hands and knees on the bed, me alternately fucking you and telling you to turn around and service your dom while I whip your pretty ass with my belt — and then telling you to turn around and present your poor battered bottom to me again.

I can see you sitting on my lap, my cock deep inside you, and then me telling you to slide down on to your knees like a good Kitten and choke on my cock while I sit comfortably watching you — then telling you to stand so I can take you from behind, bent over the foot of the bed.

You’re going to be a busy little Kitten, obeying your dom’s endless and unreasonable demands. As I said, I can hardly wait.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

The first is that I have been too cavalier. I know the simple truth that one woman means everything to me, but it isn’t possible that you could know that as clearly as I do. It’s thoughtless of me to act as if you would. I will, from now on, make that more obvious to you, so that there’s no insecurity.

As for my second thought….

Love,
YOUR Dom

Kitten,

It has been too long, and I’m restless. I find myself sitting here at my desk daydreaming about you — about you kneeling, of course, or lying on your back with me above you. I wonder how many hundreds of times I’ve made you kneel for me, how many times I’ve thrust so deeply that I choked you, and held your head so you couldn’t pull away.

Want.

In just a few more days I’ll have you again. I’m going to be rough with you. Whenever we’re apart, I feel an urge to reclaim your little body; I’m feeling that already, and it’ll be even more intense next week. (You should begin getting ready for what is inevitably going to happen. It’s been too long since we’ve done that, too, my poor little Kitten.)

It’s been too long since I’ve taken my time with you, kept you standing and waiting, and then made you kneel by my bed while I watched you service your mean old Q. I can see you now, my hand under your chin tipping you up so I can look at you, before pushing into your throat and telling you, again and again, “all the way, Kitten. Take it all. Good girl.”

Want. Pacing, restless want.

Words can’t begin to fill the gap, Kitten. Only having you here will do that, having you here long enough to use you thoroughly and to leave you exhausted and floating.

I want my obedient little sub. Soon, and completely.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

Things undone — or, more accurately, things I didn’t do to you the last time I had you. But that I’ll almost certainly do to you the next time, when we have time.

I didn’t make you kneel. I almost always do, but I was being sweet. You’ll have to kneel, next time, and dutifully suck my cock, your head bobbing back and forth as I tell you what a good sub you are.

I didn’t make you come with my cock in your mouth. I think I haven’t done that for awhile, but it will happen soon. I enjoy it so much, to feel you straining to scream, but obediently keeping your lips wrapped around me and doing as I tell you, even as you’re shaking with your orgasm. I like to watch you lying on your back while I lean over you, thrusting into your mouth, touching you, making you touch yourself. I love your vulnerability.

I didn’t take your pretty little ass, Kitten. You know — you must know by now — that I think of it every time I have you, and that, when you’re on your hands and knees and I’m taking you from behind, it’s all I can do to resist the temptation. But there often isn’t time to have you exactly how I want, to make you come again and again as you endure the pain of my big cock in your tight ass.

That will happen the next time you’re here. All of that will happen.

My poor Kitten, so young, and loved, and used and abused.

Your dom wants you — and not entirely gently.

Love,
YOUR Mean, Impossible, Outrageous, Demanding,
Completely Unreasonable, Selfish, Lustful, Loving
Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

I will probably be asleep very soon, long before ten tonight. I want to be completely recovered for the next time I get to have you, and sleep seems the best way to get there.

I thought of you today, as I do every day, kneeling beside my bed. Of all the ways I’ve had you, that’s still the most natural, the way I think of you when I’m being your awful dom: kneeling, my hand in your hair, your naked body rocking slowly back and forth as I thrust into your throat.

But, of course, I want you every way.

Your dom misses you.

Love,
YOUR Q.

My Dear Kitten,

I’m retiring early, hoping to head off what might be a hint of a cold. It’s been a good day, a good week, and a good year — but I’m ready to wrap it up, and to see you again.

I hope you can find me tomorrow. Your brute misses you.

Love,
YOUR Awful, Affectionate, Impossible
Q.

Kitten,

Your brute misses you. I miss your voice, your body, your lips. I want my Kitten.

I want you kneeling beside my chair while I work, waiting for me to tell you what I want. I want you there, quietly, my hand on the back of your neck or stroking your hair, while you lean against my leg and enjoy being quietly adored.

I want you lying on the couch, your breasts pressed against my chest while I hold you, my arms around you. I want to put my hand on your neck and press you down, so that your face is pressed against my lap and you dutifully unzip my jeans and take my cock in your mouth, and just lie there, obediently, quietly sucking my cock.

I want you on your side on my bed while I lean over you and take you, one hand on your neck and another grasping your ankle and pushing you forward, holding you still so I can thrust deeply into you. I want you under me, your hands on my arms as I slowly fuck your little body.

Your brute misses you.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

Your brute misses you. I want… well, all sorts of things. You know. The same as last time, only more time for all of it. My poor battered Kitten. (smiling)

I will be asleep before you read this. I have an international call to make in the early hours of the morning, a bad thing to schedule on the last work day of the year, and so I’m calling it a day now.

But I’m thinking of you, and eager to talk to you, and see you, and manhandle you, and have my way with you.

Goodnight, Kitten. Sleep well.

Love,
YOUR Terrible, Awful, Demanding,
Unreasonable Mean Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

I enjoy watching you with other women. I’ve only twice experienced a woman’s orgasm that I didn’t have a part in creating, and both times it was while you were playing with one of your friends. And, both times, I wanted to step in and take over, and have my way with both of you — mostly you.

Whenever I see you with your girlfriends, or even hear about it, I want to reclaim your little body — always aggressively, sometimes roughly. The first time, I wanted to grab you by your hair and push my cock deep into your throat. The second time, of course, that’s pretty much what I did.

More than ever, I want to watch you play with one of your friends, and then take you and dominate you and make you surrender completely while they watch and wonder if they’ll be next.

But, before that, I want my Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

I am thinking about you. I am imagining you with ATYL, the two of you together while I watch you and quietly tell you what to do to her. I imagine telling you how long to make her wait before you finally let her climax, how to touch her, where to kiss her. I imagine you kneeling on the bed with her, when you feel me behind you, my hands on your hips, my cock thrusting deeply into you — but telling you to keep doing what you’re doing to her, not to stop until I tell you you can.

You’re very good about not coming until you’re told, and that’s just one more wonderful thing about my dear submissive Kitten. The next time I have you — and I can hardly wait, my pretty little one — I’m going to make you come again and again, but only when I let you. You can imagine having your own kitten and making her wait, just as I do with you — making her wait, and then prolonging it as long as possible. We’ll do that, too, the next time I have you.

Right now, dear Kitten, I want your lips around my cock. I am obsessed with that, with you kneeling in my bedroom, with you leaning across the seat in the car, with you on your back on my bed. I want you lost in it, overwhelmed by it, feeling powerless and surrendered to the rough thrusting of my cock down your throat, again and again. I’ve been thinking of it all afternoon, and it’s going to distract me until I have you kneeling in front of me again.

I want my Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Impossible, Unreasonable, Demanding,
Outrageous, Awful Mean Old Brute of a Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

[ I will probably be asleep by the time you read this. It won’t be a long night of sleep — though I could use one. But I have an early appointment with a client many time zones to the east, and must be up at a preposterous hour for that. This will be my goodnight, Kitten. ]

Your brute misses you. It hardly matters that you’re still feeling the pain from the last time I had you: I want you, again, now.

Let me tell you some of what excites me about you, Kitten. This isn’t why I love you (well, it’s part of why I love you), but it is part of why I desire you as much as I do, and why I’m so eager to have you again and again.

I love your eagerness to submit. You’re a smart, strong, capable woman, and that makes your willingness to surrender yourself to me even more exciting than it otherwise would be. When I walk in and find you kneeling on the floor near my bed, naked, waiting for me just as I’ve told to do, the feeling is almost indescribable. It makes me want to push you, use you, take liberties with you even more than I already and always want to do. And so I take my time, walking around you and looking at your lovely body as if it were my property — which is exactly how it feels. I find myself thinking of new and ever more unreasonable things to do to you, new ways of savoring my mastery of you. If, in the end, I usually simply thrust my cock roughly down your throat and make you lick the length of it, that’s merely because fucking your mouth is the thing I most want to do, and taking the thing I most want is what always pleases me best about my Kitten.

I love the way you suffer for me, Kitten. When you kneel on the bed, raising your pretty bottom to me, knowing I’m going to thrust my big hard cock into your tight little ass and make you come again and again as I drive myself deeply and painfully into you… Kitten. It makes me feel like a brute — and I like feeling like a brute. I love to watch you grip the sheets so desperately, and to hear you gasping and sobbing as I take you. And your orgasms when I’m deep in you this way, your screaming shuddering orgasms, are beautiful, and excite me more than you know.

I love to watch you while you lay on your back, my cock between your lips, your hips moving with your excitement as you moan and suck and gasp. It’s such a beautiful and exciting vision, Kitten, that I could watch you do it for hours. Except I can’t, because I always want you again, want to grab your hips and hold you down and press my weight against you and fuck you hard, my arm around your neck and my chest pressed against your breasts. I want that right now, to kiss you and feel you gasp as my cock goes too deeply into you, my hand behind you tipping you up so I can fuck you deeper and harder.

So this is my goodnight to you, Kitten. And I’m counting the hours until I can have you all those ways once again.

Sleep well, my darling sexy obedient little sub.

Love,
YOUR Terrible Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

I expect to be asleep by the time you see this. Thank you for a lovely day, my dear sexy obedient little sub. I enjoyed every moment of it — even the parts that were painful and difficult for you. (Especially those parts, actually.)

My wonderful, wonderfully submissive little girl.

Love,
YOUR Terrible, Impossible, Awful OLD Brute of a Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

I told you earlier that I was obsessed, completely distracted, by the image of you on your knees in front of me. That’s true, and it’s worse now than earlier.

The next time I have you, I’m going to enjoy thrusting into your mouth, again and again, until you’re exhausted and lost in a haze. I’m going to hold you down with my hand on your neck and drive my hard cock into your throat. I want to hear you moan when I come, and watch you struggle to swallow it all.

I don’t know what else I’ll do to you — I haven’t decided yet. But you can be sure you’ll have swollen lips and a sore throat when I’m done. My sweet little Kitten.

Find me tomorrow.

Love,
YOUR Terrible Old Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

I told you earlier what I wanted, that one thing I always want, and always want to go on forever. (Until I need everything else, which, inevitably, I do.)

I want you kneeling before me, naked, my hand in your hair, as I slowly thrust my cock deep into your throat, again and again, for an hour or longer, watching you as you obediently take it.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Q.

My Darling Kitten,

I will be asleep very soon. The internet is out, and I can’t work anymore; frankly, I need to stop anyway. It’s been a long day. I suspect you are exhausted as well.

Find me in the morning, as soon as you can. I have missed you all day. All weekend. I am more than eager for our schedules to get back to normal.

We have a lot of catching up to do. That excites me as much as it probably worries you. It excites me a great deal: I think about it all day.

Call me when you’re ready tomorrow. I want to hear your voice. Now sleep, so that you are rested for tomorrow.

Love, and lust, and all kinds of bad intentions,
YOUR
awful mean old brute of a dom,
Q

Kitten,

Your mean old dom is exhausted tonight, and may well be asleep before we can say hello.

But, tired or not, what I want, my sweet obedient Kitten, is you naked and on your knees on the floor at the foot of my bed. Kneeling, and servicing your dom. Just that, your lips sliding along my cock as I hold your head with my hand in your hair, rocking you slowly toward me and away, and telling you what a good girl you are, over and over. Slowly, endlessly, as I watch you do exactly as you’re told.

Just that, until I come in your throat.

Goodnight, my dear little Kitten.

Love,
Q.

My Dear Lovely Kitten,

Unless I’m called out to retrieve a child late tonight — it’s a little unclear exactly what the overnight plans are — I’ll be turning in very early. I’ve put in a long, productive day, and I’m looking forward to another like it tomorrow. So, unless I’m doing taxi duty, this will probably be goodnight.

I have enjoyed our recent, relatively relaxed get-togethers, Kitten. I like you pressed nakedly against me. I like running my fingers down your back, and touching you possessively. I like taking small liberties with my little sub’s body. I think it’s good we have some of those relaxed times: your poor little body shouldn’t be left battered and bruised every time we’re together. Many times, but not every time.

But, next time, it seems likely that’s what’s going to happen. Because relaxed is nice, but there are some things I really enjoy doing to you that we haven’t taken the time to do lately, and I think it’s time to get back to that.

I’m picturing you right now, Kitten, on your hands and knees on the bed, your shoulder pressed against the mattress, your lovely bottom raised up to me. I imagine that you’ve already come twice that way, and you’re about to come twice more. I barely let you pause as I slowly drive my cock deep into your ass.

“Again, Kitten. Come for me again. Now.”

You make that cute little expression you make, something between a grimace and a flash of annoyance — not quite anger and most importantly, well short of defiance. And then you do as you’re told, because you know that I don’t care if you’re tired or sore, and you know I won’t change my mind.

“Good Kitten. Just like that. Don’t stop until you come. And come when you’re ready.”

That’s the rule, Kitten: you get to come when you’re ready, when I fuck your ass. Other times, you come when you’re told and not before.

You are a wonderful, obedient sub. I can hardly wait until I have you again. Until, Kitten, be a good girl. You know what I like, how I want you to behave. Do as expected — knowing that I may ask you about it later.

And rest your little body, because I’m going to have you soon, and in every possible way.

Good girl.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

A long day of physical exertion has left your brute exhausted. My whole body aches from the work. It’s a good feeling, all those big and little muscles hurting at once. I’ll sleep early and well tonight, after a glass of wine, so I almost certainly won’t be up tonight to chat. Find me tomorrow, when you can. And I’ll see you on Monday, of course.

My dear little one. I should feel cuddly and relaxed, given how sore I am, but I’m not. I feel like holding you down and thrusting slowly and deeply into you, watching as you gasp from the size of me inside you, or as you choke and gag as I push into your throat. I can see that perfectly, Kitten: you on your back, my hand on your neck holding your head still as I slowly and deeply fuck your mouth and throat, your little body writhing with the excitement.

It’s been a long time since I’ve insisted that you come with my cock in your mouth. Expect that to happen soon — probably the next time I have you. I particularly enjoy telling you not to stop sucking my cock, even when you come. I like giving you no rest at all, not even a moment to settle down as I keep driving my hard cock into your throat. And you, my dear obedient Kitten, always do as you’re told.

Yes, you should expect everything, the next time you’re here. I like to leave you sore for days, cursing me under your breath, but still satisfied by the knowledge that, however awful it was, you did it without complaining or resisting. You’re a wonderful sub, and you please your mean old dom every time we’re together.

I’m imagining you right now with ATYL the two of you naked and intertwined on the bed, oblivious to me sitting nearby watching you. I imagine standing up, finally, and walking over to the bed, and you both getting on your hands and knees and coming to me — as I so often tell you to do, Kitten, when I say “kneel on the bed to suck my cock. It’s a beautiful little fantasy, Kitten.

And we’ll have our beautiful little reality in a couple of days. And then more, a little later.

Go to bed early tonight, Kitten, and be rested. Try to get lots of rest this weekend, so that you start the week fresh and strong. Your dom is going to exhaust you.

Love,
Q

[ Kitten, I am going to take two Benadryls and a glass of wine at 9pm, and I expect to enjoy ten hours of long-overdue sleep.
And so I’m leaving you, tonight, with this somewhat lengthy note. I hope you like it.
Love, Q. ]

Dear Kitten,

Even though I have the pleasure of being in charge, and of telling my obedient Kitten what to do, I don’t do everything I want. Sometimes it’s a matter of limited time, and sometimes it’s simply challenging to arrange the things I want to put you through: having you in front of an audience, or with a little sub-kitten of your own, or having another man (another sub, of course) thrusting into you while I take you and tell you both what to do. I want all of those things; eventually, Kitten, I expect I’ll have them.

And then there are simple things that I think about, but that I haven’t quite figured out how to do right.

I want to slap you more. I enjoy spanking you hard, leaving your pretty bottom red. I want to pull your hair, tipping your head back, and slap your breasts as well. I think it would work best with you standing, when I don’t have to support myself over you, but I only think of it when you’re on your back and I’m thrusting into you. Then I want to hold your roughly and pinch your nipples, slap your breasts, and make you cry out from the pain and pleasure.

You know I have a heavy, eighty-five pound punching bag. I’d like to hang that in my bedroom, and stand you against it, facing it with your arms tied around it. And then I’d like to take you from behind, thrusting up into you, deeply, relentlessly, while you’re pressed against the big bag, your cheek hard against the leather. I’d pull out and press my cock into your ass, just a tiny bit but enough to make you shake your head and beg me not to. I’d pause to spank you, and to reach between your legs and roughly finger you, feeling how wet you are.  And then fuck you again. By the time I untie you, your legs will be weak.

We’ll do that, eventually.

When you’re on our hands and knees and my cock is in your mouth, I look at your pretty bottom and think how much I’d like to have someone fucking you while you’re sucking my cock. Another man, a sub like you, someone who will do what I tell him. You know such a man, and he’s the one I imagine.

I’d tell him what to do, and he’d obey. And I’d tell you what to do as well. I’d say “Kitten, lift your ass to be fucked. Spread your legs — but don’t stop sucking my cock. That’s a good girl.” And you’d do that, waiting to feel his cock in your pussy and mine in your throat at the same time. And then, Kitten, after what seemed like too much of that, when your throat and pussy are both sore, I’d tell you to take your vibrator and reach back between your legs and make yourself come. And you’d do that, sucking my cock and feeling him thrusting into you.

Then, Kitten, I’d do something I never thought I would want to do, but that excites me quite a lot. I’d tell that submissive man to lie on his back, and you’d like on top of him, your pussy over his face and your mouth over his cock, and I’d fuck you while you devoured each other. I’d fuck you, and every now and then I’d pull out my cock and put it in his mouth, and then put it back in you and fuck you some more.

Because that’s the way it has to be, Kitten, when I’m fucking you and anyone else. There can only be one dom, and everyone else has to suck my cock and, if it’s a woman, be fucked by me.

That particular fantasy will almost certainly never happen, Kitten. But I’ll describe it to you, the next time I’m taking you.

Another fantasy that might not happen, but that I often think about, is having you and another woman. It doesn’t matter very much, to me, which woman it is, because you’re still the focus: what matters is that you love her. ATYL is the obvious choice, but any woman you love would work.

What appeals to me about this fantasy is different from the other, from the one with the man. With the man, I can do more things to you — directly and through him. I like that thought, that you’d have a cock in your mouth while you’re being fucked. I like the idea of making that happen to you.

With the woman, it’s different. I want to tell you both what to do, and then watch you. I’ve seen you make another woman come, and it was hot. I want to see it again. I want to tell you what to do, and then watch as you obey. And then I want to tell you both what to do, and watch you obey, and know that you know that it’s your dom telling both of you what to do — that you’re my sub, and another woman is following your lead and seeing just how obedient a sub should be.

I want you both on your hands and knees, side by side, your bodies touching, while I roughly fuck both of your mouths, one after the other. And I want you on top of each other, her on her back and you on top of her and facing her, as I fuck you each, slowly, alternating between you, while you kiss each other. I want you on top because I want to grab your neck when I’m fucking you, and spank your bottom, and feel your back against my chest when I crush you both together.

I think of those things. Some day, Kitten, we’ll have some of them, or other fantasies equally extreme and outrageous.

And we’ll have an audience. Always, I come back to that, to you lying on your back on a table, others around watching, excited, hoping that I’ll let them touch you. I imagine your head hanging off the edge of the table, your mouth open, gasping as I thrust into you. Knowing that I might tell a man to put his cock in your mouth. (But I won’t, unless he’s a sub we’ve already chosen.) Knowing that everyone is watching you, listening to you cry and come. An audience to watch you kneel and suck my cock, slowly, for as long as I tell you to, as deeply as I tell you to.

All nice fantasies, Kitten. Now let me tell you what is going to happen the next time I have you.

You’re going to kneel and worship my cock, while I tell you what a good girl you are. And then you’re going to lie on your back while I take you, my hand on your throat, my legs holding yours wide apart. And then, my little Kitten, I’m going to make you kneel and I’m going to fuck your poor little ass, and make you come four or five times while I do that before I finally push my cock into your throat and make you choke on it and come throbbing in your mouth.

Your brute misses you, Kitten. It has been far too long, and I want you. We need at least a couple of hours, soon.

Love,
YOUR Loving, Wanting, Missing You,
Awful, Unreasonable, Bossy, Impossible,
Mean, Terrible, Outrageous, Selfish Old
Brute of a Dom,
Q.

Kitten,

It has already been too long, and the thought of another few days apart doesn’t make me happy. I miss having you naked in my bed, your little body crushed beneath me, but I miss the connectedness as well. I’m eager to talk to you, to hear all about your days and to tell you about mine.

I miss you. There is a hole in my days where your body, your voice, your lips, and your obedience fit — and where nothing else fits as well. So I work, and work out, and do some of the things that I’ve left too long undone, while I wait to have you back.

Love,
YOUR Terrible, Mean, Awful, Demanding,
Unreasonable, Impossible, Lustful, Over-
bearing, Missing-you Old Brute of a Q.

My Darling Kitten,

I love that dress. I love seeing your bare legs disappearing into it, and knowing that you’re wearing nothing at all underneath it.

I watched you and imagined slipping my hand into your dress and cupping your breasts, squeezing them, pinching your nipples. It was all I could do to take my eyes off of you, my sexy little Kitten, so slim and hot and full of youth and energy.

I imagined stepping up behind you and grabbing you roughly by the back of your neck, shoving your down so you were bent over a porch railing, and yanking up your dress and fucking you hard while you stood there.

Soon, Kitten, we’re going to spend a night on the road together. I’m going to make you wear something like that, some little black dress I can get my hands into. And I’m going to take you while you’re wearing it, again and again. I’ll make you come in it, make you suck my cock in it, make you kneel on the bed in it while I slowly fuck your ass. I’m going to do everything to you, and make you service your mean old dom for what seems like hours, while that short black dress rides up around your waist, and while I yank it down off your shoulders to expose your breasts.

That’s what I was thinking, Kitten, while I sat there and watched you the other night. My pretty little Kitten.

I rarely tie you up because I enjoy your obedience. I know you’ll do exactly what I say; ropes seem superfluous. Even when I tell you to push back against my cock, to take it deeper into your ass, you obey — and I know it hurts you to do so. You’re such a wonderful sub, Kitten.

I want to show you off. I don’t want to share you, but I want to show you off to everyone, friends and strangers alike. I want you to wonder if I’ll let some other man put his cock in your mouth while I’m fucking you (I won’t), or if I’ll tell some other woman to kiss you while I’m deep inside you (I might). I want everyone to see how obedient you are, how hard you make me, how well you take my big cock in your tight little body.

I want to make you scream. Soon, Kitten.

Sleep tonight thinking about that, and about how soon it will be when I have you here again.

And find me tomorrow.

Love,
YOUR Awful, Impossible, Terrible,
Unreasonable, Outrageous, Mean
Old Lustful Brute of a Dom

xox

Kitten,

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

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

Love,
Your Q.

Kitten,

I miss you. I want you.

I want my Kitten here, doing as she’s told, obeying and serving.

It has been too long.

Come here, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Terrible, Awful, Impossible, Mean Old
Demanding Brute of a Dom

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Kitten,

I’m thinking of the other day, when I walked in and found you standing, naked, waiting for me, just as you’d been told — just as I’ve found you so many times.

I’m remembering standing behind you, enjoying the look and feel of your naked body, running my fingers along your thigh, cupping your breast. I like treating you like an expensive possession, looking you over, feeling your contours.

You were very wet. That’s good — I like my Kitten wet: wet, and squirming, and naked. I like to feel you shiver and hear you moan when I thrust my fingers slowly into you. It’s such an outrageous liberty, to simply put my hand between your legs and feel you. But then, everything about how I treat you is an outrageous liberty.

I told you to kneel on the bed to suck my cock; then I choked you, while you knelt there and tried to breathe with my cock deep in your throat. Another man might have felt bad about that, about you coughing and gagging from the rough treatment. Another woman might have felt anger or resentment, or fear. But you surrendered to it like the wonderful submissive Kitten that you are, surrendered and choked and gasped for breath when you could, knowing that I’d drive my cock back into your throat without warning, again and again.

Then, do you remember what happened when you turned around, how I took you while you knelt obediently waiting to be fucked? I thrust quickly, deeply into you — you grimaced and grabbed the covers tightly. Sometimes I take my time entering you, but I wanted you to feel overpowered. I was in a mood to tame my already-tamed Kitten.

I’m still in that mood, Kitten. The next time you’re here, you’re going to be taken in hand, possessed, have some serious demands made of you. It will be good for you. Most importantly, it’ll be what I want: your surrender. Not just submission, but surrender — complete, gasping, helpless surrender. I want to use you, deliberately and thoroughly, pleasing myself with your body every way I like.

I’m going to be daydreaming about it over the next few days. I’ll tell you more about it as I do.

Love,
Q,
Your Terrible, Awful, Mean, Impossible Brute of a Dom

Sunday Night Update

Kitten,

Your brute of a dom has missed you today. I miss your lips. All the rest, too — as you’ll discover soon enough. But your lips, Kitten.

I’m going to put you to such use….

Love,
Q.

Monday Update

Climbing the walls? Yes. That about describes it.

Q.

Tuesday Update

Kitten,

It’s too early to begin thinking about the next time you’re here, my pretty little sub. Right now, just know that I’m thinking about you, missing you, and eager for your return.

Love,
Q.

Wednesday Update

Beloved Kitten,

It will be good to talk to you again, and soon. I’m counting the days. I miss more than your gasping, aching, shivering body, your obedient mouth — though I miss those very much. I miss the conversation, the cuddling, the humor and chatting.

So finish this faraway business trip of yours and come home, so your awful dom can abuse his sweetly obedient Kitten. Your dom is running out of words, Kitten. He’s all want and impatience.

Love,
Q.

PS: Your dom is going to bed at ten tonight, because he needs to get a handle on his sleep. xox

Kitten,

I finished working out a little while ago, and perhaps I’m feeling residual aggression from that. Or maybe it’s simply that I’m missing you.

In any case, what I want this very moment is to pick you up and throw you down on my bed — almost slam you down, on your back — and tear off your clothes. Literally tear them. And then stand by the bed and demand that you service me lying there on your back, your head hanging over the edge of the bed, while I thrust deep into your throat.

I’m not feeling at all gentle right now, Kitten. I’d thrust very hard into you right now, if you were here. I’d take you all sorts of ways, and I wouldn’t let you pull away. I’d grab your hips roughly and pull you back, and hold you still as I fucked your pussy or your ass.

It’s going to be a rough start to the week for you, Kitten. But you probably already assumed that.

Love, lust, want,
Your Q.

Kitten,

Rest now. Your Dom is going to demand a great deal of service from you — demand, and expect, and enjoy your wanton submission in all sorts of ways.

I’m going to use you thoroughly, utterly, and unreasonably. So rest now.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

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

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

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

I can hardly wait.

Love,
Your Terrible Q

Kitten,

What I want is a long evening of you lying on the couch beside me, while I sit. I want you almost naked, wearing something sheer and impractical. I want your head on my thigh and my cock in your mouth. And I want it for hours.

I want you to lie there, licking and stroking my cock, putting it in your mouth, rubbing it on your face. I’ll stroke your hair, absentmindedly run my hand over your body, and occasionally reach down and push your head more firmly down on my cock. Mostly I’ll just enjoy your quiet obedience, and the warmth of your mouth around my hard cock — and knowing that you’ll lie there as long as I want you to, thinking of nothing but my cock in your mouth, dutifully licking and sucking it, lost in your submission.

And that’s it, really. That’s what I want: for you to be lost in your submission. I want you to lose track of time, to think of nothing except servicing your dom and giving him what he wants.

I’ll help you get lost in it by being rough with you. I’ll push you down and hold you there, until your eyes are watering and you’re gagging on my cock. Then I’ll pull you up by your hair, and tell you what a good Kitten you are — before pushing you back down and choking you again with my cock. “Again, Kitten. That’s good, hold it there. Good girl… okay. Breathe and swallow now, Kitten. Good girl. Now, again….”

Your dom misses his sub, and he’s eager to possess you and use you. Soon, and utterly, and extremely.

Now, again, take it all the way into your throat, Kitten. That’s a good girl….

Q

…and missing you, too. xox

[ Kitten, I will almost certainly be asleep by the time you read this. You should rest also. I need you rested…. – Q. ]

Kitten,

The next time you’re in my bedroom, you’re going to spend a long time kneeling in front of my chair, while I sit back and watch you service me.

I love to watch you, Kitten. I love to see you standing, naked, waiting for me.I love to push you down on your back and sink into you, watching your little body struggle to take my cock. But, more than anything, I love to kneel over you, my hand on your throat, as I fuck your mouth — slowly at first, and then fast and rough until your lips are sore and swollen and you’re choking and gasping for breath, trying to swallow before my cock fills your mouth again.

When your little body starts squirming, Kitten, while I hold you down and fuck your mouth…. That’s the most exciting thing. That’s when I tell you to touch yourself, while I pull your head to me and drive even deeper into your throat.

Rest, Kitten. I want you to begin rested, so I can batter you, exhaust you, use your little body until you’re weak and shaking and can barely stand the pounding and the pain of my big cock filling you.

I miss my Kitten. I want my Kitten. I’ll have you soon.

Love,
YOUR Terrible Brute of a Dom

Kitten,

Your brute is going to rest tonight. But I’m going to ravish you soon, and d0minate you, and use you in every imaginable way.

More than anything else, I want you quietly clinging to the sheets, sobbing, while I slowly and deeply fuck your ass, for a long time. I want that total and absolute submission and surrender. I want you helpless, floating, unable to do anything but accept what’s happening to you.

Now kneel, Kitten, and wait for me.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

Sometimes I just want simple things.

I’ll bend you over a table, your naked body pressed against it, my hand curled in your hair holding your head down so that your cheek is pressed against the surface. I spread your legs so I can thrust my fingers slowly into you, over and over, while I hold you still and tell you all the things I want to do to you.

And then I’ll take you, like that, my hand on your back preventing your from standing. I’ll thrust into you deeply, and you’ll be unable to pull away so you’ll just gasp and grasp the edge of the table and endure the thrusting. Then I’ll take you by the hair again and pull you up and turn you around and push you to your knees, and you’ll be relieved to suck my cock because it means I’m not pounding so roughly into you. You’ll be eager to please me that way for as long as you can — happy to delay my doing the other things I just told you I was going to do to you. But you know I will, and your little body tightens at the thought.

I miss my Kitten.

Love,
Q

Kitten,

What I need now, and what I’ll need when I next have you, is your wanton devotion to your mean old Dom’s cock.

I need you on your hands and knees on the bed, your face pressed against my cock, your hair spread over my thighs. I need to reach down and hold your head, to push you down so that you take my cock into your throat; to hold you there until you choke on it and come up gasping and gagging and fighting to catch your breath.

I need to see your licking my cock from the base to the tip, kissing it, rubbing it against your cheek and then putting it back in your mouth and struggling to take it all the way down your throat. I need that eager wanton obedience, that surrender, that willingness to do whatever I demand and to do it instantly and enthusiastically.

I need to see your hips moving, to watch you squirm as I kneel over you and thrust my cock into your mouth, again and again, until all you can think about is my cock in your mouth and me filling you with my come — and swallowing it all.

And then, little girl, when your lips are sore and swollen and your throat aches from the thrusting, I’m going to take you, going to fuck you in every position and in every way, hard and fast and deep, until you’re gasping and sobbing. I’m going to make you come with my cock in your mouth and your pussy and your ass, again and again, like the terrible brute that I am.

Counting the hours, Kitten. Get ready, my good little sub.

Love,
Q

… and then I’m going to slowly, calmly, and utterly use your little body for my pleasure. I’m going to make you serve me until you’re exhausted — and then use you some more. I’m going to make you surrender yourself completely, take every liberty with you, and leave you sore and swollen and aching.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

The next time I have you — which will be very soon — it will be like this.

You’re on your side, on the bed. Your wrists and ankles are tied together, your knees pulled up. You’ve been like this a few minutes while I’ve been out of the room doing something, you don’t know what

You’ve already come three times, once with my cock in your throat. You’re sore and tired, your lips numb, your bottom red from my hand. When I come back into the room you don’t know what to expect, but you aren’t surprised when I kneel on the bed and grab your hair, lift your head, and thrust my cock back into your mouth. I fuck your mouth roughly, choking you with each thrust, making you gag, pausing only to let you breathe and swallow for a moment. It seems to go on forever.

But then I lower your head and move behind you. You feel one hand on the back of your neck holding you still, and then my cock pressed against our ass. You try to shake your head, but I’m holding you firmly. You’re tied, exhausted, and helpless, and all you can do is sob quietly as I slowly drive my cock into your ass.

It hurts, but it feels good at the same time — especially when I pause and move very slowly in and out. You feel so full, so helpless, and the intensity of it makes you want to have another orgasm. You wish that I would free your hands and tell you to get your vibrator; it would be easier to take my whole cock, as you know you’re going to, if you were coming at the same time.

But I don’t let you come, not yet. You’ll come with my cock in your ass — twice, probably — but not yet. First I’m going to hold you still, my hand tightly gripping the back of your neck, and slowly and deeply fuck your ass for a long time, until your whole world is nothing but the intensity of my cock thrusting endlessly into you and the memory of my cock in your throat, and obeying, doing as you’re told. Serving your dom.

You know that, when I finally come, it’ll be in your mouth. I’ll make you swallow it all, and watch as you lick and suck my cock afterward. By then you’ll hurt everywhere, but be too foggy and floating to feel it yet. But you know you will, and that you’ll be hurting for days from the abuse your poor little body has taken.

You’re a good sub, and you please me.

Love,
Q.

Kneel, Kitten.

I put my hand under your chin and tip your head up.

Open your eyes and look at me. No, don’t look away. Look at me. That’s a good girl. I like it when you look up at me standing over you, my cock almost touching your lips. Okay, you may look down.

Open your mouth, Kitten.

That’s a good girl. Lick the head of my cock. Take your time. Take it slowly, an inch at a time, kissing and licking and sucking it as you do. Do it slowly.

My hand is in your hair, holding your head still. I slowly feed my cock into your mouth, until your lips are around the head, just touching my shaft.

Good girl. Suck on the head of my cock. Swirl your tongue around it. Lick and suck the tip of my cock. That’s right, Kitten. That’s exactly what I want.

I watch you, kneeling naked on the floor before me. You’re wet — I know, because I felt you. You’re moaning, wanting my cock deeper in your mouth but unable to move because I’m still holding your hair tightly in my fist. I watch you, watch your cheeks as you suck my cock, reach down and pinch your nipples.

And then I thrust my cock slowly, steadily, into your mouth.

Take it all the way, Kitten. Choke on my cock.

You do, eagerly, obediently. I hold your head, holding you tightly against me, my cock in your throat. You can’t breathe, but you don’t struggle. You just wait for me to release you.

Good girl. I know that’s hard. Breathe now. That’s all you have to think about, sucking my cock and breathing. There’s nothing else. Just breathe, and suck my cock.

You’re beautiful, rocking slowly back and forth, your lips sliding up and down my cock. I watch you, slowly guiding your head back and forth with my hand in your hair. I’m thinking of you standing, in a moment, legs spread, bent over the foot of my bed, as I take you from behind.

It’s going to be a long, hard day, Kitten. I’m going to do everything to you — more than once. Now come here. Stand up. Turn around and bend over.

You obey, wonderfully obedient girl that you are.

Spread your legs, Kitten. Your Dom is going to have you now.

# # #

Kitten,

Kneel.

Tonight, that’s all I want from you. I want you to kneel. I want to see you, naked, your hands resting on your thighs, your eyes down, your lips slightly parted, waiting for me to do with you what I want.

You know exactly what I want. I want to walk around you, slowly, enjoying your naked body. I want to run my hand along your hair, hold your neck tightly in my hand. I want to lightly slap your pretty little ass, and cup each breast in my and and pinch your nipples. I want to put my hand on your cheek and look at you, enjoying my pretty young obedient submissive Kitten.

And then I want to stand in front of you and pull off my shirt, and feel your lips pressed against my stomach as I unfasten my belt. I want you to sit back and wait as I unzip my pants and pull out my cock — wait with your lips parted, eagerly but obediently, my big hard cock just inches from your mouth.

I want, sweet little kitten, to feel your lips around my cock. I want to feel the warmth of your mouth. I want to feel your tongue swirling around the head of my cock, your fingers tightly gripping the shaft. I want you to eagerly and devotedly service your old dom, showing me how much you enjoy my cock. I want you to lick it, kiss it, swallow it as deeply into your throat as you can.

I’ll tell you to look at me, even though I know how hard that is for you. I’ll slowly stroke my cock as you look up at me, my hand under your chin so that you can’t turn away. I’ll hold you like that for a moment, the I’ll release you and plunge my cock back into your mouth and throat.

Today, tonight, that’s all I want, Kitten: your lips, your tongue, your throat, and your complete wanton and obedient devotion to my cock. I want you to kneel there, wet, squirming, hungrily licking and sucking my cock, waiting for me to fill your mouth, waiting for me to tell you to swallow it all, to swallow every drop.

You could suck my cock for an hour tonight, Kitten, and I’d want more. I’ll take you soon, have you in every way, leave you aching and exhausted. But, right now, it’s your utter and wanton abandon, your eager and obedient service, that I think about.

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Tonight I’ll go out to eat, and then I’ll join some friends for an evening of poker and male camaraderie. I may be late.

What I’ll be thinking about, Kitten, is a group of men sitting around a poker table in my living room, dominant men all, their submissive women kneeling beside them as the men talk and drink and play cards — but mostly play cards.

You’ll sit beside my chair, quietly, obediently, your head sometimes resting on my thigh. I’ll stroke your hair, rest my hand on your shoulder or on the back of your neck. Every now and then I’ll look at you, smile, and you’ll know how pleased I am with you. Occasionally you’ll notice my glass is low, and you’ll quietly get up and fill it. You have your own glass of wine, which you sip slowly.

I can see you nipples through your sheer black top. Everyone can, and the men look, because you’re sexy and everyone can see that. But your my sub and, while the men can look, they’d know better than to try to have you. And each has his own sub, after all, whom he loves and enjoys.

Every now and then I hold your breast, rub my thumb over your nipple, and smile. Then I turn my attention back to my cards.

We all know how the evening will go. We’ll play cards until late, and then we’ll put the cards away and some of the men will leave with their doms. Then you and I and the two couples closest to us will sit in comfortable chairs or on the couches, our women again kneeling, or sitting on the couch beside their men. We’ll finish our drinks, talking and enjoying the presence of our submissive girls. You’ll each have your drinks as well, sipping quietly beside the men as we talk.

And then, Kitten, I’ll say “I think it’s time the ladies favored us with their attention, gentlemen.” There will be general agreement, and I’ll say “Kitten, stand  up and take off your clothes. I want to look at you.”

You’ll obey, of course. You’ll stand and undress, as the men and women look at you. Then you’ll kneel between my legs, waiting for me to tell you to service me. Behind you, the other subs will be undressing as well, as their doms tell them what to do.

In a few minutes, you young subs will all be servicing your doms. Your lips will be wrapped tightly around my cock, your hand sliding up and down the shaft, and I’ll have my hand on the back of your neck, moving you slowly up and down. This will go on for a long time, the only sound in the room the quiet instruction of the doms and the gentle moans and gasps of their obedient young women.

The men and I will agree that we have beautiful and obedient subs, as we sit enjoying your eager attention. And after a long time of watching your head bobbing up and down on my lap, with the other subs doing the same for their doms, I’ll tell you to say goodnight to the other doms and subs and go to the bedroom. You’ll obey, standing naked before everyone and saying goodnight. The other subs will look up at you, smile, and then turn back to servicing their men as you walk to the bedroom and close the door.

Soon the doms and subs will excuse themselves and leave, and I’ll lock up the house and turn off the lights. I’ll walk back to the bedroom and find you as you knew you were supposed to be: naked, kneeling, waiting for me. I’ll stand before you for a few minutes, enjoying thrusting my cock into your throat. And then I’ll lift you up and lay you on the bed, and undress, and take you, long and roughly.

And I’ll be pleased with you, pleased once again that my Kitten was the perfectly obedient and wonderfully sexy little girl I love. I’ll tell you so, holding you before we sleep. I tell you how proud I am to have such an eager, sexy young Kitten. And then we’ll sleep.

Kitten, I think we need a night away. Soon.

Love,
Sir

My Dear Kitten,

I miss you. I miss the anticipation, the excitement of walking in and finding you standing as you’ve been told, nearly naked, eyes down, hands clasped. Waiting. I miss your little shivers and moans when I first run my fingers along the inside of your thigh, before I grasp your throat and ask you if you’re wet.

I miss your wetness, Kitten. I want to slide my fingers into your panties, tell you to spread your legs as I hold you pressed against me, and thrust my fingers into you to feel you. To check you, and to make sure that my Kitten is ready to kneel and suck my cock.

I miss your lips. I miss seeing them tighten around the head of my cock, watching them slide down the length of my shaft. I miss you licking, kissing, worshiping my cock with those lips, Kitten.

I miss your breasts, your nipples, my hand on your throat, my fingers digging into your hips as I hold you still on the bed beneath me.

I want my Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Q.

Kitten,

I miss you.

If you were here, I’d sit comfortably in the chair in my bedroom, and you’d kneel on a pillow in front of me, your body pressed against my leg, your head resting on my thigh. You’d wear something sheer, a short translucent gown. We’d each have a glass of wine, and I’d be reading a book, talking to you quietly about what I was reading.

I’d stroke your hair, slowly, while I read. Sometimes my hand would rest on your head, or your cheek, and I’d pause in my reading to look at you and smile. I enjoy you close, available.

Then I’d set my book down and, as I unzipped my jeans, tell you to come service your dom. You’d obey, as you always do, your hands working to get my hard cock out of my pants and then holding it as your lips slide down the shaft and your head bobs up and down, up and down.

The small moans you make excite me. I’d lean back, watching you but with my eyes half closed, and rest my hand on top of your head, pushing you just a little as my cock reaches the back of your mouth. I’d tell you, as you knelt and sucked my cock, what a good Kitten you are, how pleased your dom is with you. (And I am, Kitten: you’re a wonderfully submissive and obedient girl, and I’m always delighted by you. I’m hard right now, thinking of the last time I abused your adorable little body. I can barely wait until I can do it again, next week.)

You would kneel there a long time, Kitten, slowly taking my cock into your mouth and throat, forgetting everything except the effort of breathing and the importance of doing as you’re told. I’d reach down and pinch your nipples through the sheer fabric, squeeze your breasts, and then tell you to “take it again, all the way, good girl,” as I pushed your head down on my cock.

It would be a long time, Kitten, before I pulled you to your feet and told you to get on the bed, to lie on your back, to spread your legs, and to wait for me to fuck you.

Your
Dom

Kitten,

The next time you’re here and I make you come, I’m going to make you do it with my cock in your throat.

I know that’s the hardest way for you. I know it’s hard for you to breathe when I’m fucking your mouth, hard for you to focus on the vibrator between your legs when I’m holding your head still and ramming my cock into your throat. But it’s been too long since I’ve heard you scream around my cock, since I’ve told you to “keep it in your mouth, Kitten” even as your body shook with your orgasm.

I’ll make love to you first. We’ll go through all our rituals: you’ll stand, almost naked; I’ll make you kneel and suck my cock; and I’ll take you bent over the foot of the bed. Then I’ll tell you to kneel on the bed and suck my cock some more, and then to turn around and lift your pretty ass to me. I’ll spank you as I thrust into you, watch your bottom turn pink from my hand sharply slapping it.

And I’ll have you use your vibrator then, while I’m in you. But, before you can come, I’ll sit on the bed and tell you to kneel between my legs and suck my cock, and I’ll hold your head still as I slowly fuck your mouth. You’ll kneel, your shoulders pressed against the inside of my thighs, while I squeeze your breasts roughly and pinch your nipples, and then push your head down to drive my cock deep into your throat. All the while, you’ll use the vibrator — I’ll tell you not to stop, “don’t you dare, Kitten, not even for a moment. Obey, sub. I want to hear you come as you choke on my cock.”

And you’ll do just as you’re told, even though it’s hard, because you’re a good girl, a wonderful obedient Kitten. When you come, I’ll hold your head still so you can’t pull back, and when you’ve stopped screaming I’ll drive my cock back into your throat and hold you still.

Finally, after you’ve stopped shaking and shuddering from your orgasm, I’ll take my cock out of your mouth and hold you against me for a few minutes.

And then, little one, I’ll take you again. And you’ll come again, but all your orgasms after that will be easier for you. Not gentler; I’m not feeling like being gentle with you. But easier.

Your Querido wants you, Kitten. Soon.

Love,
Q.

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