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

Kitten,

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

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

Love,
Sir

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

Kitten,

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

Wanting,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

Forty-two hours.

Love,
Sir

My God, Kitten. That was beautiful.

Want.

Sir

Kitten,

Your Querido is feeling selfish.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
And Selfishly,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

I do love my sweet, submissive Kitten.

YOUR
Querido

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

Kitten,

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

I need your submission.

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

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

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

Soon.

Love and lust and desire,
YOUR Querido

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

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I just read your comments.

God, but you please me! Want.

Love,
Sir

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

My Kitten,

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

I’m going to send you to my room.

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

I’m going to tell you to undress.

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

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

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

“On your hands and knees, Kitten.”

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

My Kitten,

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

“Be still, Kitten.”

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

“Are you wet, Kitten?”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Kitten. Don’t move.”

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

“Yes, Sir. Don’t move.”

“That’s right. Good girl.”

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

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

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

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

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

Love,
Sir

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

Kitten,

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

And both were wonderful.

Love,
Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

Your
Querido

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

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

36.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I want you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

Soon, Kitten.

YOUR Querido wants you.

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

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

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

They’ll all happen in the next few days.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

My darling little Kitten, I want you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

Kitten, you please me greatly.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your
Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

Your Querido is thinking of you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

That pleases me.

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Listen to me.

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

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

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

Less than fifteen hours.

Sir

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

Kitten,

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

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

Goodnight, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

It pleases me, Kitten. It pleases me greatly.

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

Sir

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

Kitten,

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

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

I am beyond eager, Kitten.

Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

Sir

Kitten,

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

Torment.

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m going to throw you around a little.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Come here, Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

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

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

We’ll find out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

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

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

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

“Yes, Sir. I know you’ll please me.”

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

“Yes, Sir. You want me to surrender.”

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

“Yes, Sir.”

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

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

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love, and lust,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

Everything else, too, but especially the lovemaking.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Good morning. I’m thinking of you.

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

You were perfect.

I love you, Kitten.

YOUR Querido

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

Thank you, Kitten.

And thank you for the note.

More here tonight

Love,
Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

But I’m going to do that anyway.

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

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

Soon, Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

MY Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

My Beloved Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

“Kneel, Kitten.”

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

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

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

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

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

Soon. No fiction.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

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

Soon.

Querido

Kitten,

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

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

You were wonderful, Kitten. Simply amazing.

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

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your
Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

I want that. I want you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

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

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

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

So much for sated.

Good morning, Kitten.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

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

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

Love you. Miss you. Want you.

Thinking of you now.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

Come here. Kneel. Please me.

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

Come.

YOUR Querido

Kitten,

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

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

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

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

Thank you for your note tonight.

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

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

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Soon, very soon now, I’m going to hold you and, one by one, take away your choices. I’m going to physically restrain you, and then I’m going to tell you what to do and insist that you do it, and focus all your attention on that one thing. I’m going to slowly overwhelm you, until all you’re aware of is what I’m doing to you, what you’re doing for me, how it feels and how difficult it is and how important it is that you submit to it.

We’ll clear your mind, Kitten. You’ll be as relaxed as it’s possible to be, aware of nothing except your body and mine, my instructions, your desire to obey.

And we’ll see how long we can keep you like that, my little one. We’ll see how far we can push you, and how exhausted and surrendered you can be.

Twenty-six, Kitten.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

Part I

Just a little longer to wait. You have a little longer to feel that happy apprehension, that nervousness about what’s going to happen. Pause every now and then and think about it. Re-read the last note and imagine how driven, how tense, how aggressive I’m going to be. Know that it’s approaching, and it’s inevitable. And then breathe slowly, deeply, and tell yourself that you’ll simply surrender to it — that there’s nothing else you can do, and so you’ll do it.

Counting the hours.

Part II

There are certain specific sensations I’m eager to feel, Kitten.

I want to feel your body tremble as my hands tighten on your throat and hip. When I stand behind you and touch you for that first time, Kitten, you moan. It’s the sound of helplessness and want, as if you suddenly realize that you’ve been captured — and that you want to be captured.

I want to feel your cheek pressed against my stomach as you kneel before me. I want to feel your hands on my legs, pulling yourself toward me as you wait for me to unfasten my pants.

I want to feel your lips around me.

I want to feel your arms around my neck as I carry your naked body to bed.

I want to feel your wrists held tightly in my hand, your ankles between my legs, as I pull you back against me and take you from behind.

I want to feel you in the tub with me, your back against my chest, your breasts in my hands as you lean your head against my shoulder.

I want, my dear little Kitten, to feel your aching, sated, exhausted, softly trembling body in my arms as we drift off to sleep.

Love,
Your Querido

You’re standing naked but for your bra and panties. I’m standing behind you, not touching you but so close that you think you can feel the heat from my bare chest against your back. I’ve been there for a minute or two, not touching you but close — you can hear me breathing slowly, you can almost feel the tension in my body as a vibration in the air between us.

My feeling of possession is profound, deep, unshakeable. You’re mine to do with as I please, helpless to resist because you’ve committed yourself to submission, and because it’s a point of pride in you now to give me everything I want without hesitation. I know you want to be challenged, to prove yourself to me, even as you’re afraid of what I might demand.

And you are afraid. You’ve seen me tense with desire, but never as tense as I am now. You know I’ve come a long way to be with you, waited a long time, and I’ve told you that I’m going to claim you, mark you, leave you with a physical reminder of my ownership of your body that will last for days.

You know that I want your surrender. I want to physically overwhelm you, to leave you gasping and aching and almost crying with both pleasure and pain, the two blending together so completely that you won’t even know which is which. All you’ll know is that you want it, all of it and more, and that you’ll submit to everything I do to you.

I’m standing behind you, looking at you, wanting to touch you but savoring this moment. Once I touch you, I know that my need will drive me to have you, and this moment of anticipation will end. And I’m beside myself, right now, with the thought of my hands closing on your arms, your neck, and holding you still; of grasping your throat and tipping your head back and telling you how I’m going to break your body tonight; of commanding you to your knees before me. I want all of this and I want it now. Yet I wait, because the sight of you standing before me, waiting, nervous, already captured but still untouched, is exciting to me: I have you, and I’m about to take you, and I have the luxury of appreciating that moment.

My hand is suddenly on your neck, your head tipped back, my fingers very firm though not gripping you so tightly that it frightens you. I still haven’t spoken, but you can hear the self-control in my breathing, and you know that I must be wound very tightly inside for my breathing to be so measured and calm. You moan, a small desperate sound —

— and I could consume you, devour you, ravish you that very moment. Later, much later, I’ll be gentle with you. Right now, Kitten, I need to have you, need to use you up. Need to send you to your knees and yank your head back and look into your eyes and possess you completely.

Counting the hours, Kitten.

[ I know, Kitten. I don’t like it either. But you’re being good.
Find me, any time, any way. I’ll be here. ~ Querido ]

Kitten,

You’re a good girl, and I’m pleased with you. I’m glad you’re doing as I asked. It isn’t how I want it, either, but for the best.

I’ll make it up to you soon, with all kinds of excess.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I never want to miss an opportunity to talk, to see you, to connect in any way we can. As I’ve told you, the longer I go without possessing you, the more emphatically I want to reclaim you. So let me tell you what it will be like the next time I have you. We’ll have been apart too long, and my need to take you will be great. (It feels great already, and this is nothing yet.)

It will be different from usual, Kitten. I won’t speak, not at first. I’ll look at you, and then walk up to you and take you in my arms. I’ll breathe you in, hold you tightly against me, feel the curves of your trim young body.

Then I’ll turn you around and pull you back against me. My hand will close on your throat, and you’ll feel my tension in my fingers. My other hand will grasp your hip, and you’ll have no doubt that I intend to have my way with you.

Normally I’d speak — that’s our ritual, that’s what we always do: I tell you what I’m going to do to you now, what I’m going to demand of you. But not this time. This time, I’ll simply hold you, and you’ll know from my breathing and the tension in my body that it’s going to be intense, that you’re going to have to surrender to it in order to get through the night.

I’ll hold you until you understand, just by that tension, what kind of evening lies ahead for you. And then I’ll speak, and the first words you’ll hear from me, Kitten, will be a firm and clear command: “Kneel now, Kitten.” And you’ll obey.

Later, I’ll be gentle, playful. We’ll lie together and talk and laugh and I’ll gently stroke your body and make you feel secure and spoiled.

But not now. Now, Kitten, you’ll kneel and worship my cock, pouring all your attention into it, taking it in your hands and your mouth and your throat. You’ll kneel in front of me and please me, and you’ll do it until your legs begin to ache from the strain. You’ll feel my hand on your neck, tangled in your hair, always ready to pull you hard against me and drive my cock deeper into your throat. You’ll be unable to look into my eyes, but you’ll look at my cock and see how hard I am, how big and hard and demanding I am. And you’ll think of the ways I’m going to have you tonight, the ways I’m going to thrust my cock into you. And you’ll know that you have no choice but to give yourself completely to me.

You’ll suck my cock for a long time, Kitten, before I pick you up and lay you on our bed. And then, my dear little Kitten, the night will barely have begun.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I have no plan, no agenda for the next, and too-brief, encounter. Our rituals, of course: you’ll stand in bra and panties and wait for me, listen quietly as I stand behind you with my hand on your throat, and kneel obediently when I tell you to. I’m very eager for that, Kitten, to have you on your knees again.

Beyond that, we’ll see where my wants take us. But we both know where that’s likely to be: deep in your throat, over and over and over. And we both know that you’ll give me what I want.

And I want you. Come to me, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

This moment, I want to possess you with a quiet intensity. I want to wrap my arms around your naked body, pull you back against me on the bed and hold you tightly. I want to lie beside you like that, behind you on the bed, until you relax and surrender, until you know that you can’t move or pull free or do anything except feel my arms restraining you, your legs trapped between mine.

We’ll stay like that until you’re still and your breathing matches mine. And then I’ll take you very slowly, from behind, bending you forward until my hand grips the back of your neck, my arm extended, my other hand tightly gripping your hip. I’ll hold you like that with a strong, unyielding grip, and say “be still, Kitten” in a quiet but firm voice. You’ll obey, lying still even as your breathing quickens just a little. And then you’ll feel my cock pressing against your pussy, spreading you, very slowly entering you.

I’ll take a long time entering you, moving slowly in and out, gradually going deeper until suddenly it’s too much, and you gasp, and I back out just a little and make love to you with smooth, rhythmic strokes that fill you without causing you pain. We’ll do that until you can’t take any more, until you’re moaning, almost crying, your body shivering with each thrust. Eventually I’ll push all the way in, but your pain will blend with your pleasure and you won’t care — you’ll just cry out as I pull your body roughly back to me with each hard thrust, your ass slamming into me as I pull your body back and slip my fingers around your throat and again hold you against me.

I won’t come then. I’ll come much later, after I’ve pulled you to your knees and held your vibrator against your pussy while I slowly thrust into you. After you’ve taken me deep in your throat, again and again, until you gag on my cock. After you’ve come with my cock in your ass, crying out as your orgasm goes on for so long. After all that, and much more kissing and touching and sucking and holding you tightly against me, then I’ll tell you “you have one more thing to do, Kitten. Kneel for me.” And you’ll kneel, and I’ll tangle my fingers in your hair and tip your head back….

“Look at me, Kitten.” Then, when you can’t, more firmly: “LOOK at me, Kitten.”

And you will. And I’ll come, my cock between your lips, my grip fierce as I pull your head slowly to me.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

Our most recent time together was different, and wonderful.

I wanted greater intimacy — if one can imagine greater intimacy than what we’ve had. I wanted the things I always want, but I also wanted to slow it down, to hold you closer, to touch you all over, and to communicate more. We did all that, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be.

Dear Kitten, I still worked you hard. I know it was difficult for you when I held my cock deep in your throat for so long. You know I don’t mind you gagging and the challenge of dealing with that. On the contrary, it makes me appreciate your obedience and submission even more, when it’s a challenge for you and you still do it enthusiastically. And I appreciated you so much this time, Kitten. You were such a good girl.

I particularly enjoyed your last orgasm, Kitten. I can still feel it, still feel your body shaking, my arm tightening around you, my cock thrusting into you.

I want to hold you close and make you tell me all your thoughts about it, about all of it.

Your Querido loves, misses, and wants his Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

It seems unreal, sometimes, until I pause to remember it vividly. And then it’s simply amazing. It’s amazing how completely natural it feels, how real it is, to take control of you, tie you up, hold you down, do whatever I want with your body without pausing to ask you or warn you what’s next. It’s amazing how easy it is to do hard things to you, and how much I enjoy it — and how many things I want to do to you still. And will, my beloved Kitten.

Soon.

YOUR
Querido

Kitten,

I’d like to be sitting on the couch in our hotel room, reading, with you curled up beside me, your head in my lap. As I read, I’d lightly stroke your hair, rest my hand on your shoulder and hold you, brush the back of my hand gently over your cheek. I’d enjoy my quiet, relaxing Kitten, enjoy calming you and watching you settle after a long day.

After awhile, I’d set my book down and pull you to me and kiss you, my arms around you holding you against me. My hand would slip down your back to your waist, feel your bottom — and then I’d crush you against me in a long, tight hug.

Then I’d stand, Kitten, and carry you to bed, lay you on your back and undress you, and make love with you until you were close to coming, my hands moving over your body as I thrust deeply into you.

And everything else. My immediate want is to hold you, to tell you — with or without words — what to do and watch as you obey. But I want everything, every inch of your body, to make love with you every possible way. I want you to come with my cock in your mouth — again. I want you to come with my cock in your ass — again. I want to make love with you, to see you kneel, to thrust my cock smoothly and deeply into your throat — again, again, and again.

But, above all, I want to quietly command you. I want to bind you, this time without straps but simply with my domination of you and your desire to submit. I want to say “be still, Kitten” and know that you’ll lie curled silently against me, your head on my chest, your fingers resting on my arm or my stomach — to know that you’ll be still until I say “now take my cock in your mouth” and you instantly, wordlessly obey me.

Kitten, I found a long black hair tangled around my cock today. It pleased me.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Yes, Kitten. YOUR Querido.

And your Querido loves you.

I’ve stood behind you with my hand on your throat, speaking quietly but firmly to you. I’ve asked if you’re wet, and you said yes.

“Before I check, Kitten, take off your blouse and bra.”

With your back still to me, you undress quickly and obediently, dropping your shirt and bra on the corner of the bed. Then you stand quietly again, waiting for me to touch you.

“Put your hands behind your back, Kitten.”

Again, you obey, and you feel the strap loop around your wrists and draw tight as I fasten it. In a moment your hands are bound behind you. I move closer to you, and you feel my body pressed against your arms. My hand grasps your throat again, and my other hand slips into your pants, into your panties. I push your legs apart with one of mine, and my finger slips into you. You’re wet, and I take a moment to stroke you and slip my finger in and out of your tight wet pussy.

“Kitten, I’ve wanted your lips around my cock for days. We’re going to take our time today.” Then, more brusquely, in a demanding voice that you obey reflexively: “Kneel, Kitten.”

You kneel. I’ve positioned the pillow in front of you already, and you drop to your knees without even looking. I step around and stand in front of you and look at you, naked to the waist, your arms tied behind your back.

“Open your mouth, Kitten, and look at my cock.”

You can’t look at me, but you can look at my cock, and I watch you open your mouth and your eyes and lift your head enough to see my cock, now out of my pants and hard, just inches in front of you.

I put my hand in your hair and hold your head, my cock still two or three inches from your lips. I tighten my grip on your neck and you moan softly, your eyes close, your mouth begins to close. “Keep your mouth open, Kitten.” My fingers tighten quickly on your neck and you gasp and open your mouth again. I step closer, and as the tip of my cock touches your lips you lick my cock and lean forward as much as my tight grip on your neck will let you, and your lips close around the head of my cock.

“Good girl. That’s what I want, just like that. Take your time. Be calm, settle, breathe. Moan. I’m going to have my cock in your mouth for awhile now, until I’m ready to lay you on the bed and tie your legs apart and slowly fuck you while I use your vibrator on you. So take your time, suck my cock, swirl your tongue around it.

My hand strokes your hair, appreciating you, brushing along your neck and across your shoulder. I press my palm to your cheek, as you slowly rock back and forth, my cock sliding between your wet lips.

“You please me, Kitten. Suck my cock until I tell you to stop. That’s a good girl.”

And it’s a long time before I pick you up and lay you down, still bound, on the bed, and finish undressing you.

Kitten,

There are moments when the want is sudden, specific, urgent, and aching. This is one of those moments, come upon me without warning while I was going about routine business.

Suddenly, I wanted your lips around my cock. Just that: you kneeling, quietly, sitting back, your hands resting on your thighs, and your lips just circling the head of my cock. My hand is on the back of your head, your thick black hair wrapped around my fingers. I’m not thrusting into your throat, not challenging you at all — but watching you, moving slowly, savoring every moment of my cock in your warm wet mouth. Enjoying your obedience, Kitten, your wanton submission to my need.

Kneel, Kitten. Kneel, and look up at me — I’ll pull your head back so that you have to — and then look down and open your mouth, and wait for me to slowly thrust my cock between your lips. And then suck me, Kitten. Swirl your tongue slowly around the head. Moan, as you think about the things I’ll do to you after a few minutes — or after many minutes. Moan, and lean forward to take me deeper, and close your eyes more tightly, and feel the warmth and wetness between your legs as I prepare to pick you up and lay you down and have you every possible way.

Counting the hours. Counting the minutes, Kitten.

But now, while we count the hours … breathe. Breathe, and relax, and know that, soon, all your thoughts and will and need to act will melt away, and you’ll be my submissive, obedient Kitten, waiting quietly for me to tell you what to do, no control, no responsibility. No choices.

Love,
Your Sir

Kitten,

We like the same things. I read your list, all the things you like best. Perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised, anymore, how often the things you like are the things I like. But it’s true, over and over — and that includes the things that are hard for you, and hardest on you.

We will reach the day, Kitten, when I can just thrust my cock, over and over, into your throat. It won’t be hard and uncomfortable for you anymore. But, before we get to that, you’ll have many, many hours of choking and gagging on my cock. (And, of course, you’ll always have that, because I’ll keep pushing faster, harder, with less warning. Because I like to challenge you.)

I like you vulnerable, just as you like to be vulnerable. Soon, I’ll tie you, while you kneel and rest on your forearms on a padded bench. And I’ll stand behind you and slowly fuck your ass. And you’ll be unable to move at all, unable to pull away or push back toward me, unable to do anything except kneel with your bottom in the air while I slowly and thoroughly, utterly, fuck your ass.

I’ll put my cock in you every way, in every position, fast and slow and shallow and deep. I’ll take you endlessly. But more than anything, Kitten, I’m going to command you. I’m going to tell you what to do, firmly, sometimes sternly. I’m going to tell you not to move, to be still or I’ll spank you. I’m going to tell you to take my cock in your mouth and keep it there, no matter what I do to you, or until you come. I’m going to tell you, suddenly, without warning, to suck my cock, to drop to your knees and take me in your mouth, or to put your head on my stomach and worship my cock. I won’t scold you, but I’ll command you. Sometimes, I’ll grab your hair and pull you down hard against me, while I say “suck my cock into your throat now, Kitten. All the way down. Do it now. Don’t stop until your lips are touching my body.”

Sometimes I’ll tell you to take off all your clothes and bend over and put your hands on the bed. And then I’ll spread your legs and spank you, or fuck you, or just touch you. Or I’ll make you wait, silently, obediently, while I tell you all the things I’ll do to you. And then I’ll check to see how wet you are. And I’ll keep talking to you, quietly, explicitly, until you’re as wet as I want you.

And then I’ll put my cock in your mouth and press your vibrator to your pussy and make you come, with my cock deep in your throat.

And soon, Kitten, I’ll make love to you while you lay on your back, your vibrator pressed against your clitoris. I’ll fuck you slowly, deeply, rhythmically, until you come. And, as you come, I’ll come too, deep inside you, so deep it hurts and you can’t breathe. And your orgasm will go on and on, as I hold myself so deep inside you.

Counting the hours, Kitten.

YOUR
Querido

[ Tonight, Kitten, earlier is probably better than later. – Querido]

You’re standing in my room, dressed as I told you to be: naked except for your black panties. I’m standing behind you, my hand on your throat. I’m moving slowly, deliberately, and my grip is firm. You feel my desire in the tension of my fingers on your throat and on your hip. You moan softly as I speak to you.

“Kitten, listen to me.” I speak calmly, quietly, but my voice is matter-of-fact, not sweet and gentle. “This is what we’re going to do today. You’re going to lie down on the bed, on your back, still wearing your panties. You’re going to reach up and hold on to the bars at the head of the bed, hold on and not let go. You mustn’t let go; I’ll spank you if you do. Do you understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir. Don’t let go.”

“Good girl. You’ll lie on your back, holding on to the bed. You’ll spread your legs. And you’ll wait for me. You’ll wait as long as it takes.”

“Yes, Sir. But not too long, Sir?”

“As long as I keep you waiting, Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“When I come in, I’m going to touch you through your panties. I want your panties to be wet, Kitten. I want you very wet. I want your pussy dripping, Kitten, the wetness running down between your legs. Are you wet now, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Let me see.” Keeping my hand on your throat, I slip the other into your panties and spread your lips, drawing one finger along you until I reach your clitoris. You’re wet, always wet, wonderfully wet.

“Yes, Kitten. You’re wet. You’re a good girl, to stay so wet for me.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“When I come to you in the bed, Kitten, I’m going to pull your panties down. And then I’m going to slip two fingers into you and slowly fuck you with my fingers. Slowly, but deeply. I’m going to take my time, slowly slipping my fingers in and out of you. And then, Kitten, I’m going to take your vibrator, and I’m going to use it on you. I’m going to hold it against your pussy, against your clitoris, for a long time.

“Kitten, while I’m doing that, I’m going to kneel over you, my knees on either side of you, so that my cock is just above your head. And you’ll take my cock in your mouth, Kitten, and suck on it while I use the vibrator on you. I won’t choke you, and I won’t thrust into your throat. I’ll do that later, but not when I’m over you, not this time. I don’t want you to be distracted by thoughts of choking or gagging. So I’m not going to thrust my cock into your throat. But I want you to keep it in your mouth. Do you understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tell me.”

“I’ll keep your cock in my mouth, Sir.”

“And your hands?”

“I’ll hold the bed, Sir. I won’t let go.”

“Good girl. And I’ll use the vibrator on you. You’ll keep your legs apart, and you’ll hold on to the bed, and you’ll suck my cock, swirl your tongue around the head, but not take it too deeply in your mouth. Just keep your lips around it, and suck on it. And we’re going to do this until you come, or until I decide that it’s time to fuck you for awhile. But I can tell you now, Kitten, that you’re going to be there a long time, lying on your back with my cock in your mouth and the vibrator on your pussy. It’s going to seem endless. Because I want to feel you moaning and crying out around my cock. I want to watch your legs tremble. I want to make your pussy swollen, your clitoris tender. When I finally fuck you, I want you exhausted and sensitive and wet and ready for me. Do you understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. You’re a good girl, and you please me. Now kneel for me.”

You obey instantly, and I take your hair tightly in my hand.

Kitten,

I was exhausted last night. But I woke knowing just what I want to do to you. I see it as another of those frozen moments. You’re on your stomach, tied to the cushion, and I’m standing in front of you. I have your hair wrapped tightly around my hand. I’m pulling your head up, and my cock is thrusting into your throat. I’ve been doing this long enough that there are tears running down your face, my cock is wet and dripping from you saliva, and you’re obviously exhausted, surrendered to it.

I’ll write more today, Kitten, but right now I’m hard–very hard–imagining this. Remembering, really.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I am missing you tonight–too much so to even tell you what I want to do with you right now.

Anyway, we already did it.

Most of it. Much of it.

Your
Querido

My Dear Kitten,

It pleases me that the things I like best are the things that you like best–pleases me, delights me, and surprises me. But that’s good, as I’m going to do the things I like best, and it’s nice that you like them too.

So let me tell you about next time, Kitten.

I’m going to tie you to that big leather cushion. Unlike last time, I’ll position you more forward, so that your head is at the end of the cushion. I’m going to push your legs forward, so that your knees are bent. I’m going to pull your arms back alongside the cushion. I’m going to tie your wrists to your legs, so that you can’t bring your arms forward, and you can’t straighten your legs.

You’ll be comfortable, resting on your stomach on the cushion. Your can turn your head and rest you cheek against it.

Until I stand by the bed and grab your hair and lift your head and thrust my cock into your throat. I’m going to do a lot of that. I won’t hurt you, but I’m going to challenge you, going to take you to that place where there’s nothing but my cock and your throat and breathing, gasping, gagging, swallowing. Surrendering, and breathing, and my cock in your throat.

When you need a break–and you will, Kitten–I’ll pause and spank you, and touch you. I’ll slip my fingers into your pussy, and slowly work a toy into your ass. I’ll enjoy your vulnerability, your pretty ass lifted up and waiting for me.

I’ll fuck your throat some more, slowly, deeply, relentlessly. Over and over, you’ll hear me say “again, Kitten,” and then feel my cock in your throat again. You’ll wait for me to pull it back, and moan and gasp for breath for just a moment before I thrust my cock back in.

Finally, after I’ve exhausted you that way, I’ll kneel behind you and fuck your ass. I’ll go slowly, carefully, but not too gently. You’ll still be tied, still helpless and vulnerable. And it will go on and on. Again, you’ll just surrender to it, knowing there’s nothing you can do except lie there in complete submission, waiting for me to finish.

We’ll do other things, too. Everything. But, most of the time, you’ll be my helpless, tied, captive Kitten, and I’ll use your body for my pleasure, and to excess.

Sir

Kitten,

I’ve read your most recent comment three times, and loved it each time. I can’t tell you how much you please me, and how much it pleases me that you enjoy what we do so much.

I’m glad you’re proud that you could take me all the way down your throat so many times. I was surprised and delighted, Kitten, that you could. I really do think we’ll reach a point, and soon, when I can thrust my cock into your throat without warning or preparation. And I’ll like that, because I envision you tied up and blindfolded, not knowing when I’m about to lift your head and thrust my cock into your throat, or yank you back against me and drive it into your pussy.

Right now, as I write this, I’m hard again. I’m thinking of you tied on top of the “cushion,” hugging that heavy leather cylinder with your body, while I stand in front of you and grab your hair and lift your head up and thrust my cock into your throat. I could do that for an hour, Kitten. Eventually I will, because I really do want to bring you to the point where it’s too much, where my cock is thrusting so deep and so often that you don’t really know what’s happening, don’t even know if you’re consenting or being forced to take me in your mouth–where everything is a blur to you except the need to obey, and to suck, and to swallow, and to breathe.

I love it all, all the things we’re doing. One of my very favorite things, Kitten, is for you to come with my cock in your mouth. I like telling you that you have to keep it in your mouth until you come, that you can do anything you want except take my cock out of your mouth. I like pushing your head down on me as you’re getting close, feeling your throat around my cock as you’re beginning to cry out. And then after, when you begin to collapse, I love the way you lie so meekly on me, my cock still in your mouth, sucking slowly as your body settles against mine.

I want more. I want it all again, and more: to spend more time, to be more forceful, to spank you harder and fuck you longer and command you more aggressively.

All day, when I remembered you in your sexy little bra and panties, dropping to your knees and taking out my cock, waiting for me to tell you to worship it, to lavish attention on it–each time, I wanted to call you to me, and to stand behind you with my hand on your throat and tell you that that’s what I want, that it’s all I want, and I want it now, and I want it to go on and on. Kneel, Kitten. Take out my cock. Worship my cock, treat it like pleasing me is the only thing in the world. Please me, Kitten.

God but you please me.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

I talk often of wanting to choke you with my cock, make you gag, things like that. What I want though, really, is to fuck your throat, to thrust deep and fast, again and again, while I hold your head still and you just kneel or lie there and accept my cock.

We’re going to reach that point, Kitten. We’ll learn just what positions make it easiest for you to take my cock all the way down your throat. We’ll learn what rhythm allows you to take me that way over and over. And, eventually, you’ll be able to lie on your back on the bed, your head hanging off the edge, while I thrust my cock in and out of your throat, just as I do your pussy and your ass. Or perhaps you’ll be on your hands and knees, and I’ll kneel in front of you. Or maybe you’ll kneel and I’ll stand. Whatever we do, it’ll become second nature to you to have the whole length of my cock slipping in and out of your throat, filling you while you relax and tip your head back and breathe between my thrusts.

And then, Kitten, I’ll be able to fuck your throat as readily as I do your pussy–and I will. I will every time we’re together, my hand tangled in your hair, pulling you against me as I look down and watch my cock slide between your lips. We’ll get to that point.

But first, Kitten, you’ll kneel for me. Always, the first thing you’ll do is kneel for me. And soon–very soon now–you’ll kneel again. I can hardly wait, Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

[ on by 9:00pm ]

Kitten,

Expect too much, next time. You’ll be tied to the cushion, on your stomach, and I’ll have time to do things to you. And I’m going to do things to you. You’ll be safe, but it will be too much.

Get some rest, Kitten. You were wonderful: wonderfully eager and wonderfully satisfying. Now rest, for next time.

YOUR
Very demanding
Querido

Kitten,

Yes, you’re right, I don’t mind choking you with my cock, making you gag and cough. I know it was a challenge for you, particularly when I held your neck so tightly and drove my cock so deep into you. I know you like it, I know it’s a little frightening and intense as well, and I know you’re sore afterwards from my hard cock thrusting into your throat.

And, yes, you’re right: I do like it when it’s difficult for you. I like taking that liberty with you, demanding a hard and uncomfortable thing from you. I like–no, I love–that you submit to my demands, that you give me what you know I want, and that you feel proud when you do it, no matter how difficult it is.

There will be days, Kitten, when it’s much harder than that. There will be days when I really do thrust until you almost beg me to pause, and you pull your head back and gasp and cough and swallow and try to catch your breath. And I’ll wait a moment, long enough for you to safely breathe, and then I won’t be gentle with you. I’ll say “again, Kitten,” and tighten my grip on your neck, and push you down on my big, hard, wet cock. And it will go on and on, until you hardly know where you are or what you’re doing, just that, when I say “again, Kitten,” you know you have to breathe in and open your mouth and relax your throat and close your eyes tightly and just endure my cock thrusting into your throat. You’ll stop caring about anything except waiting for me to let you up again, and breathing before it starts again.

And when it’s all over, Kitten, you’ll press your face against my chest and cling to me, thankful that I’ve stopped, and I’ll hold you close and tell you how proud of you I am that you worked so hard and took so much for me. I won’t be sorry for the discomfort, I’ll just be pleased with you for having endured it.

You’ll come to think of those days, Kitten, as especially difficult, as days when your Querido is at his most demanding, when he forces himself on you–knowing, always, that you can stop it, stop it instantly, with a word or a gesture. (And you should know, Kitten, that I’ll never punish you or be disappointed in you if it’s too much for you, or if you’re too afraid. I need you to know that, because I have to trust you to stop me if it really is too much. My belief that you will do that is my license to demand so much of you. So stop me if you feel a need or strong desire, and I’ll hold you close and comfort you.)

There will be other days, Kitten, when I’m excessive in other ways. I know that I sometimes go too deep, fill you too much, when I’m making love to you. There will be days when I seem not to care, when I seem even to enjoy causing you the pain of my cock so deep inside you. On those days, I’ll watch you gasp and grimace and hold the sheets tightly in your hands, just waiting for it to end. There will be days when I spank you so hard it brings tears to your eyes, and you want me to stop but aren’t quite willing to admit defeat and ask me to.

There will be days that are simply too much. On those days, always, I’ll comfort you afterwards. I’ll let you curl up in my arms, curl up on my lap, and rock you slowly, stroke your hair, kiss you gently.

Most days, Kitten, it won’t be too much. It will be a lot; you’ll ache, your lips will be swollen, your throat sore. You’ll be red, and have marks where the bindings were tight on you, and small bruises. But it won’t be too much.

Oh, and yes, you’re right, of course: it really is for both of us. You know I enjoy dominating you, and I know you enjoy submitting, enjoy the feeling of control being taken from you, of surrendering your authority and being commanded. And we both enjoy the sex, the physical sensations and the feeling of being desired and of pleasing the other. Yes, it’s mutual–it’s all mutual. And that, my beloved Kitten, is what makes it all so wonderful.

Love,
YOUR Querido

Kitten,

Breathe. Imagine my arms around you, holding you still and safe and slowing you, calming you.

Breathe. Relax.

And get out your schedule and figure out what the week looks like now. We’ll adjust. Nothing is changed, merely delayed a little bit.

Love,
Your Querido

Ten. And already I feel myself breathing more slowly, becoming still and focused. Anticipating.

Kitten,

It won’t be long before you beg me to let you come. I’ll be devouring you, my lips pressed tightly against your pussy, my tongue circling your clitoris, two fingers thrust deeply into you–and you’ll moan and I’ll pause and say “Kitten, do you want to come now?” And you’ll say “yes Sir, please may I come now?” And I’ll thrust my fingers more deeply into you, and say to you “yes, Kitten. Spread your pussy for me, and come while I lick and devour you.” And you’ll reach down and open yourself for me, and I’ll press my mouth against you and thrust my fingers deep into you, and you’ll moan and cry out and grab my hair and pull me against you and come in great shuddering gasping waves.

That will happen soon enough. But there’s no hurry. Much sooner than that–very soon–you’ll come in my arms. I’ll lie on my back, and you’ll lie partially on top of me, on your right side, and my legs will hold yours apart. I’ll support you, my arm around you holding you close. Your face will be pressed into my neck, my hand on the back of your head holding you to me. You’ll use your vibrator, and as you do I’ll tell you the things I do, the things I will do to you in just a few minutes, just as soon as you come. You’ll know that everything I’m saying is true, that I really am going to do those things to you, no matter how outrageous sounding, no matter how difficult they’ll be for you. And the thought of it, the thought of surrendering so much to me, will make you very excited, and you’ll come loudly, your body shaking in my arms.

The most recent time we were together, Kitten, it was only for a few minutes–less than half an hour. You remember my fingers in you, my other hand under you, holding your ass, lifting you to me. You were near tears, Kitten, desperate to come if only we’d had time. We’ll have time soon, and what I do to you will be much more intense than that, and will go on and on and on. I’ll have you in tears, Kitten, or very close. And you’ll ache to come, you’ll beg me to let you come. And I will, because your orgasms excite me, and because I want you happy, exhausted, satisfied–and eager to give me everything I want. Everything. Every last little thing, however demanding, however challenging for you, however selfish of me.

You said you want to service my every want. I have an enormous number of wants, Kitten, and I want you to address them all. But I’ll tell you just what I want. All you have to do, my dear, beautiful, Kitten, is obey, and do what I tell you to do.

My obedient Kitten.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.

And that’s all I want, really: your complete, utter, wanton, endless surrender.

Love,
Sir

( 39 hours )

Kitten,

Expect this. Because, as I told you, I’m feeling like an animal. I’m feeling hard.

Love,
Sir

Expect to stand waiting for me, but not to have to wait too long. Because I want you, Kitten. I want you badly.

Expect me to stand behind you and hold your throat when I tell you what I’m going to demand of you. I’m going to demand a lot, Kitten. I want so much of you.

Before I order you to your knees, before I demand that of you, expect me to ask you, as I always do, “are you wet, Kitten?” And when you answer, expect to be pushed roughly back against the wall. Expect my hand in your hair, pulling your head back. Because that’s what’s going to happen: you’re going to be pushed, not too gently, against the wall, your legs pushed apart, your blouse unbuttoned or pulled up, your bra yanked down. I’m going to kiss you, hard, on the lips, and I’m going to pinch you, hard, on the nipples. I’m going to manhandle your breasts. I’m going to make you gasp and squirm and moan, Kitten.

And then I’m going to put my hand between your legs and see for myself how wet you are. I’m going to thrust my fingers into you, deep into you, lifting you up on your toes, pushing you hard against the wall. I’m going to thrust my fingers into you until your legs are weak and you’re gasping for breath.

Then, Kitten, expect to be spun around and pushed forward against the wall, your cheek pressed against it, my grip on your hair tight. Expect me to slip my hand into your pants and grab your ass, squeeze it hard, grasp your hip and press my body against you. You’ll know, at that moment, that I’m thinking of fucking you against the wall. And I probably will–but not yet.

You’ll feel the tension in me, Kitten. You know how tightly wound I can be, how intense I get: you felt it just recently. You’ll feel that, and you’ll wonder what I’m about to do to you, whether I’ll pull your pants down and spank you, or fuck you, or fuck your ass. You won’t know.

But I’ll tell you. After a moment, after I’ve held you hard against the wall and thought about what I want from you right now, I’ll pull you back from the wall. I’ll be more gentle now. I’ll pull you back against me, and I’ll speak softly to you, and I’ll tell you to turn around and kneel for me now. And you’ll know you’re safe, for a few more minutes. And you’ll know just what to do to please me.

And you’ll do it.

———-

Sixty-one now, Kitten.

Kitten,

Here are a few more thoughts on the topic of your submission, in response to your comments.

Yes, your happiness matters, however much I talk of it being all about what pleases me. As we discussed earlier, the dominance and submission (I like even typing that word, “submission.”) is a dimension of the relationship, but not the whole thing. The physical sexual aspect is critical, as is the emotion–the love.

I enjoy telling you what to do, but I really don’t want to tell you to bring me coffee, or to do any mundane thing. I want to command you in the context of sex and intimacy. I want to tell you to give your body to me in a variety of ways, to prepare it for me, to present it to me, to surrender it to me. My desire to command is profoundly sexual, though it will spill over into other domains on occasion.

Similarly, your pleasure is crucial. We both know that you can refuse to obey. Submission is a choice you’re making, and there would be no pleasure in it for me if I forced you to submit to me. I’m sure there are some who enjoy actually overpowering and forcing women, but I don’t: I want your willing submission. I want to receive from you the trust and respect that’s implied when you willingly put yourself under my control. And, because your willing submission is critical to me, I don’t want to ask of you things that you really don’t want to do. Rather, I want you to be rewarded for your submission, even if it’s sometimes uncomfortable, sometimes even painful.

If I didn’t know that you enjoy the pain and discomfort, I wouldn’t ask it of you. And, to be honest, I wouldn’t enjoy your submission as much. I don’t want to cause you pain and discomfort because I know you enjoy it. Rather, I want to cause you pain and discomfort, and, as I said earlier, the fact that you enjoy it makes you wonderfully right for me–makes what we do together so good.

Behind it all, Kitten, is love, real and deep affection. I’m sure many people would find that confusing. They’d have a hard time seeing the protectiveness I feel as I comfort you after having been rough with you, after having thrust too hard into your throat, or spanked you so much that it brought tears to your eyes. They wouldn’t understand the satisfaction, the sense of accomplishment, you feel when I’ve tied you up and fucked you so hard that you couldn’t breathe, that you wanted to cry out and ask me to slow down–but instead you endured it and got through it.

When I come deep in you, when you feel crushed under me and too filled by my cock deep inside you, when it all seems too much, but you know that you only have to last a little longer and you’ll be okay–I know that you feel proud, afterwards, for having given me everything I wanted. Proud, just as I’m proud and pleased with you.

Yes, I love you, and I wouldn’t want to do these things to you if I didn’t. I wouldn’t want to push you to your limits, then pull you close and make you feel better. I wouldn’t want to make you come again and again, with my cock deep inside your throat, your pussy, or your ass, and then wrap you in my arms and let you rest against me. My love for you is my license to demand so much of you. Your love for me is what makes it acceptable to give me all I want.

We both understand it, even though it does seem hard to explain.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

I want things–not because they please you, not because they excite you, and not because you’re willing to give them to me. I want these things because the thought of demanding them from a woman and having her submit to me excites me greatly.

But the fact that they do please and excite you, and that you’re willing and eager to give them to me, makes you perfect for me.

What things do I want? I think you can guess many of them.

I want to thrust my cock into your throat. I don’t want it to be easy for you, I don’t want you to do it without effort. I want you to struggle to do it, to gasp and choke and fight to get my cock in your throat. And I want you to feel a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment–pride even–when you succeed. That’s incredibly exciting to me, that a woman would be proud of doing something so hard simply because to do so is an act of obedience to me.

I want to fuck your ass. Again, I know it’s hard for you, even painful. The physical pleasure is mostly mine. But, more, the pleasure of holding you down and doing something so wholly unreasonable to you, of putting you through the discomfort and the challenge of something so unnecessary and excessive–and having you surrender to me–is fantastic. It’s your eagerness to please me, to give me anything–even outrageous things–that excites me most, even more than the very real and significant physical pleasure.

I want to tie you up. It isn’t that I simply want to prevent you from moving: I can do that without tying you. It’s that I want you to allow it, and to be excited by the prospect of surrendering so much authority to me, of trusting me with control over your body.

Always, in everything we do, that aspect of surrender excites me. From the moment you’re alone with me, you’re vulnerable to me, vulnerable to being physically overwhelmed, to being violated and abused. Your eagerness to give me that much power, knowing that some of the things I’ll do to you will be difficult, even painful, thrills me.

And that’s a big part of what I want: I want to do things to you that are difficult for you, and painful, things that are exciting and pleasing to me but hard and challenging for you. I want your willingness, your eagerness. Your wantonness.

There’s a world of challenging things I want to do to you, Kitten, and that I will do to you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m going to tell you some of what I’m going to do to you, and make you do for me, the next time you’re here.

You’ll kneel for me, of course. You’ll always kneel for me. But this time will be a little different. You’ll kneel with your back to the foot of my bed, and I’ll pull your arms out to the sides and tie your wrists to the bed. And then I’ll stand in front of you, Kitten, and put one hand in your hair and the other on my cock, and slowly fuck your throat. We’ll do that for a long time, pausing only for me to reach down and pinch your nipples or slip my fingers into you.

When you’re very wet, when you’re moaning softly as I guide my cock into your mouth, I’ll untie your right arm and give you your vibrator, and tell you to spread your thighs and make yourself come while you suck my cock. And you will, Kitten, even if it takes us a long time and you’re weak and shaking when it’s over.

Then, Kitten, I’ll untie you and pick you up, and carry you to the bed. And you’ll lie down on your stomach on the cushion, and I’ll tie your ankles to the bed, your legs wide, and put a strap around your waist and around the cushion so that you can hardly move at all. I’ll kneel in front of you and pull your head up and put my cock in your mouth. And while you suck my cock, I’ll reach down and touch you, run my hand over your ass, slip two fingers into you and get you ready.

Because I’m going to kneel between your legs and fuck your ass, Kitten, while you’re tied up and helpless. I’m going to slowly drive my big cock deep into you, my hands tight on your hips, pulling you against me. I’m going to take my time doing it, starting very slowly and spending a long time thrusting in and out, gradually going deeper, until, when I say “Kitten, do you want it deeper?” you say “yes, Sir. Fuck me deeper, please. Fuck my ass.” And then I’ll slowly push my cock all the way into you, so you can hardly breathe, and you just moan and grip the sheets tightly in your hands.

At some point–you almost won’t notice–I’ll untie your ankles and unfasten the strap around you. And then I’ll pull you off of the cushion, and grab your hips and lift them so you’re kneeling on the bed, your shoulders pressed to the sheets. And I’ll tell you to come again, to come with my cock in your ass. I’ll give you your vibrator, and you’ll do as you’re told, and hold it against your clitoris and cry out and come shaking and moaning.

Then I’ll let you rest for a little while, Kitten. I’ll let you recover, curled up against me, my arm around you. And after you’ve recovered enough, I’ll tell you to lay your head on my stomach and take my cock in your mouth again, and just rest there with it, sucking it slowly. And you’ll do that until I have to be inside you again. It always happens, while you’re sucking my cock like that, that I suddenly know that I have to have you, have to thrust my cock deep into you.

And, finally, when that time comes, Kitten, I’m going to flip you on to your back and make love with you, make love slowly and deeply and for a long time, until I come deep inside you, my arms around you, your face against my neck.

I’m counting the days, Kitten.

Your
Querido

We’re sitting together on the couch. We’ve been talking and enjoying a drink together, you curled up beside me, leaning against me. But now it’s time to go to bed.

“Go to the bedroom, Kitten, and take off your clothes. Take off everything except the black lace panties you’re wearing. And then slip on that little black camisole I’ve put out for you. And then get into bed.”

“Yes, Sir” you reply, sweetly, obediently. You stand and head for the bedroom, and I enjoy the view, as I always do, of your trim body crossing the room.

I put away a few things, turn off the lights, and join you in the bedroom. You’re beautiful lying on big white bed in your sheer black outfit. I take off my shirt and pants, and lay down on the bed beside you. You put your head on my chest and I put my arm around you and stroke your hair. You wait for me to tell you what to do.

“Kitten, I want you to rest your cheek on my stomach, and take my cock in your mouth, and suck me. Start off easy, Kitten. Don’t take me too deeply at first. Slowly work up. We’re going to be at it quite a while tonight, so just take your time.”

You slide down my body, your head now resting on my stomach, and reach in and pull out my hard cock. You run your tongue over the tip, and then close your lips around the head. I can’t see what you’re doing, but I rest my hand on your head and follow your movements, not pushing, just letting you know that my hand is on you, and that I could push you down on my cock if I wanted to.

You moan softly when my hand slips to your neck and tightens, and I hold you still for a moment and thrust my cock slightly into your mouth.

“Kitten, that’s so good. Go a little deeper now. I want you to take it all. Breathe, and work on taking me deeper.”

You obey–you always obey. I love you for that, my little one. You obey, and I feel my cock slip over your tongue, your lips engulf the shaft. I feel your throat tight around me for just a moment, and then you back away and swallow. That’s good, that’s what I want. I want you to take your time, to slowly work my cock deeper into your throat until you aren’t gagging when I fill you.

You’re being so good, Kitten, working so hard to take my cock into your throat without choking. We both know you can take all of me, you’ve done it before. Now we’re working to make it easier. Someday, Kitten, you’ll take my cock all the way down your throat whenever I want. I’m proud of you for trying so hard–proud, and excited.

You rest for a few moments, never taking my cock from your mouth. You know how excited I am, can tell by the size of my cock, and by how hard I am. My fingers tighten on your neck, pushing you forward a little, and you know that I’m close to taking over and thrusting deep into your throat. You knew this would happen, because it always does: no matter how much I say I want it to be easy for you, I always give in to the temptation to fuck your throat, to thrust hard and choke you and hold your head down and drive my cock in and out of your throat so you can’t breathe.

You feel it coming, and you take a deep breathe and take me deep, and your lips are against your body and my cock is deep in your throat, swelling, throbbing, and you know I’m coming now. My grip on your neck is strong, you can’t pull back now. You hold your hand above my leg, ready to slap your palm against me in our signal that it’s too much, but you wait: I’ve always let you go in time, and you aren’t desperate yet. And you know I’m coming.

I do, my cock pulsing and throbbing in your throat. I pull back slightly, you feel me in your mouth, filling you, and you swallow as fast as you can, your tongue swirling around my cock, unconsciously moaning with your own excitement as I groan and my body shakes from the tension.

After a little while, I pull you up to me and hold you close. Sometimes I’m greedy.

I love my Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

Always, when we’re together, you’ll kneel for me after I’ve told you what I’m going to demand of you. You’ve done that today, and I’ve watched you slowly slide your lips down the length of my cock, struggle to take it all in, and gasp when I pull back to let you breathe. I’ve tangled my fingers in your hair and held you hard against me, forcing my cock into your throat. And you’ve been a good girl, doing everything without complaining, trying so hard to swallow all of me.

Now you stand naked near the bed; I’m standing, shirtless, behind you. I want to touch your pussy, want to explore you with my fingers, and I want to take you standing by the bed.

My hand is on your throat, and I’m holding you back against me. I reach around your body and slip my hand between your legs, cupping the mound of your pussy. Two fingers spread your lips, my middle finger dipping into you to feel how wet you are, just as I did before I made you kneel.

But then I slip two fingers into you, slowly, deeply, and lift you slightly, so that you have to rise up on your toes just a little. My fingers move in you, thrusting gently but firmly, and you feel your knees suddenly weaken from the sensation. You reach down and hold my arm where it crosses your body, clinging to me for support.

I turn you toward the bed and push your shoulders down, and you put out your arms and catch yourself with your hands on the bed. You’re bent at the waist now, with me standing beside you. I put one hand on the back of your neck, holding you still. I run the other slowly down your naked back, enjoying your smooth, slender body. Then I reach behind you and between your legs, spreading your thighs just a little, and slip two fingers back into your pussy. I’m not as gentle now, my fingers plunging deeper into you, thrusting more insistently, sometimes coming out and spreading your lips, circling your clitoris, pinching your labia before slipping back into you.

I’m fucking you with my fingers, holding you down with my hand tightly gripping your neck. You feel me push you down harder, driving your shoulders down to the bed, and you bend your arms and slowly yield to me, until your cheek is pressed against the bed and my hand on your neck holds you down firmly. My fingers are thrusting fast and deep into you now, touching you in sensitive places, making your gasp. My palm slaps against your bottom with each thrust of my hand. I pause every now and then to run my fingers lightly over your clitoris, enjoying the softness of your pussy, the smooth skin, touching you everywhere before thrusting hard back into you.

You don’t know what I’ll do next, whether I’ll tell you to come while I do this, or I’ll stand behind you and fuck your pussy or your ass, or push you back on to your knees to thrust deep into your throat again. You know I told you I was going to make you come with my cock in your throat, and that I’d tie your wrists and make you lie with your head on my stomach and my cock in your mouth. But you don’t know when that will happen, and what else we’ll do first.

And then I hand you your vibrator, and move behind you, and my legs roughly push yours wider, and you feel my hard cock press against your pussy.

“Come for me, Kitten.”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, and I grasp your hips and thrust my cock deep into you as you touch the vibrator to yourself.

Counting the days, Kitten.

Your
Querido

My Dear Kitten,

Tonight will be very simple, my little one. I’m going to tell you what to do. I’m going to tell you to go to the bedroom and change into that lacy black nightgown I bought you, and the lacy black bra and panties. I’m going to pour us each a drink, dim the lights, and sit down on the couch in front of the fireplace. And I’m going to tell you to come and kneel on the thick white carpet beside me, your legs tucked under you, put your arm around my leg, and press your cheek against me. I’ll hand you your drink, and then I’ll stroke your hair, and look at you and appreciate my pretty and obedient kitten. And we’ll sit like that for awhile, just enjoying the quiet and the fire and the knowledge that, after the new year rings in, we’ll go to bed together.

After awhile I’ll tell you to come curl up on the couch beside me. I’ll put my arm around you as you lay your head against my chest, and I’ll enjoy the feel of your body through the sheer material of your nightgown. I’ll rest my hand on your hip, feel the curve of your narrow waist, and feel that sense of wealth I always feel when I remember that this body is mine for the taking, mine to possess, mine to command.

And I’ll command it, Kitten. Tonight, even before we leave the couch, I’ll tell you what I’ll do with you. You’ll lie against me, your cheek pressed against my chest, and I’ll tell you how it will be when I take you to bed tonight. I’ll tell you that, tonight–and only tonight–you won’t kneel in the bedroom for me, because I’m going to have you kneel here, in front of the fire, instead. I’m going to watch you in the flickering light, watch your diaphanous black gown swirl around you as you lower yourself to your knees and reach up to unfasten my belt.

I love how you look in black, Kitten. I love to see your beautiful black hair spilling over your shoulders, over your breasts, as you lean in to take me in your mouth. I love to tangle my fingers in it and pull you toward me, to hold you tight against me as I thrust into your throat.

I’ll appreciate you kneeling obediently in the firelight, Kitten. And then, after several minutes of that, after you’ve made my cock so hard that I can barely get it back into my clothes, I’ll lift you up and carry you, my little Kitten, into the bedroom. I’ll lay you on your back, your black gown spread out across my big white bed. I’ll lean over you, press my chest lightly against yours, and kiss you, Kitten. Kiss you, and hold you down, and slowly claim your body with my hands, with my touch, with my fingers moving over you everywhere, feeling you everywhere through the thin fabric.

I’ll take my time, because I love to touch you, never tire of feeling your body beneath my hands. I’ll touch you, and I’ll slowly undress you–and then, Kitten, I’ll devour you. I’ll push your lips apart and grasp your ankles firmly in my hands, so tightly that you know you can’t pull free. And I’ll hold your legs wide as I press my lips to your pussy, as I slip my tongue into you, as I circle and lick and close my lips around your clitoris. I’ll make you gasp, and moan, and tell me how much you like what I’m doing to you. And I’ll do it for a long time, until, when I ask if you’re ready to come, you say “yes, please Sir, may I come?”

And then I’ll undress you, Kitten, and sit back against the pillows with you kneeling between my legs, and tell you to come, Kitten, while you slowly suck my cock. I won’t choke you, or be too demanding. I’ll just tangle my fingers in your hair and slowly move your head up and down on my cock, supporting your body with my arm as you make yourself come. Because you know how I like it when you come with my cock in your mouth, Kitten.

And while you suck me, and while you’re touching yourself, I’ll tell you what we’ll do later, how I’ll kneel behind you and very slowly, very deeply drive my cock into your pussy. How I’ll lay you on your side and rest my weight on top of you, never stopping my long, slow thrusts. How I’ll crush you in my arms, so that you can’t move at all, so that you’re just a little bundle of a girl in my strong restraining grip, while my cock continues to thrust, faster now, deeper now, into you, rhythmically, relentlessly, endlessly.

And after you come I’ll do those things, I’ll hold you tight and fuck you deep and long and hard, and then I’ll come, Kitten, deep inside you, and you’ll feel my cock swell and pulse and suddenly drive hard against you as my whole body shakes and I growl loudly and squeeze you too hard and you think I’ll never let you breathe.

And then, finally, we’ll lie together, my Kitten in my arms, and be calm and still.

Happy New Year, my dear Kitten. It’s going to be a very good year.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I told you what I’ve been thinking of today, how I want to have you. In particular, I’m remembering a recent time together, when you lay on your side with your cheek pressed against my stomach, and sucked my cock, and I slowly worked a toy into your ass. You remember that, don’t you, Kitten?

And then you knelt on the bed and I drove my cock deep into your pussy, the toy still in you, so that on each deep thrust I pushed both it and my cock into you. You came that way.

I want to do that again, Kitten. Except that, after you’ve sucked my cock for a long time, I’ll take the toy out of your ass and kneel behind you and slowly drive my cock deep into your ass. And then, while you touch yourself with your vibrator, while you make yourself come, I’ll slowly fuck your ass.

And while I’m doing that, Kitten, I’ll put my hand over your mouth, and you’ll part your lips, and I’ll slip two fingers into your mouth and tell you to suck them, to suck them hard as you would my cock, and deep. I like to feel your tongue on my fingers, to feel your throat tight around me. I like to pull your head back and thrust my fingers deep enough to make you gag and choke.

I’ll do that, Kitten. You’ll have my cock buried deep in your ass, my fingers in your throat, and you’ll come like that. And I’ll enjoy you moaning and gasping and sucking on my fingers, and finally collapsing under me while I lay on top of you with my cock still deep inside you.

Soon, Kitten. Counting the days, my beloved Kitten.

Your
Querido

Dear Kitten,

There will be days when I make you kneel until you ache from it, until your legs and your back and your throat are so sore that you don’t think you can continue. Days I tie your wrists behind you and thrust so hard into your throat that you choke and gag and your eyes water, and yet you wait, without complaining, for me to come, so you can swallow everything and suck my cock until I’m no longer hard in your mouth.

There will be days, Kitten, when I tie your legs apart and your wrists over your head and lay you on your stomach and drive my cock slowly, deeply into your ass, so that you wish I’d stop even as you wish I’d thrust deeper and harder and longer. You’ll come with my cock moving steadily, relentlessly in and out of you, opening you, filling you, pounding into you and driving you into the bed.

But tonight, Kitten, will be unlike either of those. Tonight, my sweet obedient little kitten, I’m going to undress you and gently hold you down on the bed, pinning you on your back with my hands on your wrists. My weight will hold you down, my legs will push yours apart, and I’ll very slowly, very thoroughly fuck you, thrusting deep into your pussy until you can hardly breathe. I’ll lean close to you, kiss your lips, kiss your neck, and press my chest against you as I drive myself deeper into you. Eventually I’ll release your hands, give you permission to touch me, and you can put your arms around my neck as I continue to thrust into you. You’ll cling to me, hang on tightly, shudder against me as my cock touches you in places you’ve never been touched, fills you as you’ve never been filled.

You’ll feel my hand slip behind you, slide down your back, spread you and slip between your legs. You’ll feel me tip your pussy up to meet me, my cock touching you differently now, a new angle, hitting you in new places. You’ll moan, and gasp, and my fingers will touch your ass, penetrate you, explore you, as your arms tighten around me and my thrusting becomes more insistent.

And when I come, Kitten, you’ll feel me swell, harder, filling you even more, and you’ll try to catch your breath as I hold myself deep inside you and my body tenses and I growl loudly, my arms around you suddenly crushing you to me, squeezing the air out of you with frightening strength.

Finally, I’ll collapse on you, Kitten, my body slowly relaxing, my cock still filling you but no longer a challenge, no longer making you ache. I’ll collapse, and rest on you, trying to catch my breath as I slowly begin to settle.

And then I’ll gently kiss your neck, Kitten, and tell you what a good girl you are, to give me everything I want.

MY Kitten.

Love,
YOUR Querido

You’re lying on your stomach on the bed, naked. I’m beside you, my hand on the back of your neck, gently but firmly holding you down. Your head is turned away from me, your cheek pressed against the bed. Your hands are up near your head. You aren’t bound, though you are wearing the leather collar I bought for you.

“Kitten,” I say, clearly, calmly, “I’m going to hold you down and take what I want. Be still, don’t try to move. Do you understand me, Kitten?”

You nod slightly, and I barely hear your quiet “yes Sir.”

“Good girl.”

Still holding your neck, I run my other hand slowly down your back, down to the small of your back, and grasp your hip. I squeeze you, and press you firmly against the bed. You squirm just a little, just for a moment–and I spank you, sharply, on the bottom.

“Be still, Kitten.” I say it kindly, but firmly, and you hold still, though a low moan escapes your lips.

I slide my hand between your legs and pull one leg to the side, opening you to me. Then, still holding your neck down, I kneel between your legs. You feel my fingers exploring you, spreading you, and then one finger slipping slowly into your ass. You try hard not to move, because you know I want you to be still.

My finger slowly thrusts into you, in and out. My legs push yours farther apart, and you know what I’m going to do to you. You close your hands on the sheets, gripping them tightly, wondering if I’ll spank you for that. I don’t.

“I’m going to put my cock in your ass, Kitten. Do you want that, Kitten?”

“Yes Sir,” you answer, quietly. “Please, put your cock in my ass. Fuck my ass, Sir.”

“You’re such a good girl, Kitten.” I lean forward, and you feel my cock, hard, slick from the lubricant I’ve rubbed on it, press against you. You tighten your grip on the sheets, expecting it to hurt, but I’m very gentle. I move very slowly, and it seems to take a long time before the head of my cock is inside you. You relax a little, and notice that I’ve loosened my grip on your neck. You feel me lean forward and kiss you gently on the back of the neck as I begin to slowly thrust more deeply into you.

Inch by inch I push my cock into you, pause, back out a little, and then slowly thrust again. You’re surprised by how little it hurts, and soon you want to feel me deeper in you.

“Do you want me deeper, Kitten?”

“Yes Sir. Deeper, please, Sir.”

Very slowly, in long, smooth strokes, I push more deeply into you, until the length of my cock is sliding in and out of your ass with each stroke. You moan and gasp. I grab your hips and pull you up on to your knees, your shoulder still on the bed. I turn on your vibrator and put it near your hand.

“Make yourself come, Kitten. Come for me while I fuck your ass.”

You reach back and touch the vibrator to your clitoris. I feel it vibrating against us, feel your muscles tighten with your excitement. You moan, and gasp, and I tighten my grip on your hips and hold you still, each slow thrust now very long, rhythmic, going deep into you until my body is pressed against your bottom and I hold you there, pausing for just a moment before sliding back and then in again.

When you come, I thrust more quickly, holding myself deep in you with each thrust, until you drop the vibrator and begin to collapse with exhaustion. I pull you gently down on your side, my hands still holding you tightly, my cock still buried deep in you. Your body is quivering beside me, and I put my arms around you and pull you back against me without ever taking my cock out of you, and hold you there. You put your hands on my arms and hold on to me, and I hold you close against me as you slowly settle down, my cock barely moving inside you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I want to undress you.

Today, when I send you to my room, to stand by the pillow and wait for me, I’m going to tell you to keep your clothes on. I want to undress you, slowly. I want to slip my hands under your blouse, into your slacks, and feel your skin before I take your clothes off and do everything to you.

When I walk in you’ll be standing quietly, obediently, your eyes down and your wrists crossed in front of you. I’ll step behind you without speaking, slide my hands briefly along your slim waist and over your lovely hips. I’ll appreciate your figure, the sexy curves of your trim young body. And then I’ll step closer, and put my hand on your throat, and tip your head back against me. I’ll put my lips close to your ear, and I’ll tell you what’s going to happen.

Today, Kitten, I’m going to take everything, and a lot of everything. And I’m going to talk to you about it, tell you what to do, in detail. I’m going to begin by taking off your blouse. And then I’ll unfasten your bra and drop it forward, my hands cupping your breasts and pulling you back hard against me as I pinch your nipples. And then I’m going to make you kneel, half naked, and worship my cock.

You know what I want: I want you to look up at me as you lick my hard cock from the base to the tip. I want you to take my balls in your mouth, one at a time, and slowly stroke my cock while you suck on them. And then I want you to take me in your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head of my cock, and suck me hard, and swallow, and tip your head back and take me in your throat as deeply as you can.

I’m going to put my hand behind your head, tangled in your hair, and pull you to me. I’m going to thrust my cock in your throat today, hard and deep. I’m going to choke you with it, make you gag and cough. I’ll comfort you when it’s too much, tell you what a good job you’re doing, warn you before it happens again. But I’m not going to hold back, and before I let you up you’ll have had my cock deep in your throat, your lips tight around the base. And I’m going to watch you struggle to take me in, and gasp for air when I let you go, and take a big breath before I do it again.

You’ll spend a long time on your knees, Kitten, before I pick you up and lay you on the bed. And then, my dear obedient little Kitten, you’ll be on your knees again–on your hands and knees, coming with my cock in your pussy. I’m going to kneel behind you, slowly thrusting my hard cock into your tight wet pussy, while you make yourself come for me. I want you shuddering and crying out with pleasure as my cock fills you. We’ll take as long as we need, my thrusts constant, rhythmic, deep, hard, until you finally come and collapse.

And then, Kitten, after you come that first time, I’ll hold you close. I’ll lie down beside you, my cock still in you, and pull you against me. And, for a little while, you can lie there relaxing, my hard cock filling you but not hurting, not thrusting too deeply, not making you gasp or grasp the sheets. I’ll just hold you close, your head on my arm, as I very slowly move in you, back and forth.

You can rest for a little while, Kitten. You’ll need to, because we’re just getting started, and there’s much more I’m going to do to you. So lie here, quietly, while I tell you what’s going to happen next.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Yes, that’s what I want, your absolute submission. I want you to feel helpless, unable to resist, unwilling to try, wanting only to be commanded, taken, possessed–and to please me.

I want to stand behind you with my hand on your throat, and to tell you, in vivid detail, what I’m going to demand of you now. And you’ll know that it’s all true, that I’m going to do all the things to you that I’m describing. And you’ll know that you’re going to obey me. And I’ll tell you, quietly, calmly, in such explicit detail that your pussy will be soaked, throbbing, aching for me to have my way with you.

When I ask you “are you wet, Kitten?” you’ll say “yes, Sir,” knowing that I’m going to check anyway, that I’m going to tip your head back against my shoulder and pull you against me and slip my fingers into you–and tell you, when I find your pussy wet and dripping, how pleased I am with my Kitten.

And you’ll know what comes next, that I’m going to tell you to kneel for me. But, before I do, I’m going to tell you how I want you to suck me. I’m going to stand behind you, my hand on your throat, and slip two fingers into your mouth, deep into your mouth. I’m going to tell you to suck them, to show me how you suck my cock. While you do that, I’ll tell you just what I want from you today, how long and how deep and how wantonly I want you sucking my cock as you kneel before me.

You’ll come with my cock in your throat. You’ll be on your hands and knees between my legs as I sit on the bed, your head held against my chest. I’ll be thrusting slowly into your mouth, holding your body up as you hold your vibrator to your clitoris. You’ll come choking on my cock, my hand on your head pushing you down hard on me, driving my cock deep into your throat. When I let you up you’ll gasp and moan and swallow, and collapse against me, and I’ll hold you, my cock pressed against your breasts as I cradle you in my arms.

You’ll come again while we’re making love. I’ll kneel behind you, your shoulders pressed against the bed, your knees spread just enough for you to make yourself come. My cock will be sliding slowly, deeply in and out of you, in long firm strokes, endlessly, over and over. And I’ll tell you, as I grasp you hips and hold you tightly, that there’s no hurry, that you can come any time. But that I’m going to fuck you until you do, no matter how long it takes, and that I’m not going to let you stop until you come shaking and shuddering beneath me with my cock deep inside you.

That’s what I want from you, Kitten, your submission, demonstrated by you kneeling and worshiping my cock, and then by you coming, again and again, with my cock deep inside you, before you collapse into my arms. I’m going to be demanding, going to make you work hard for your orgasms–and, eventually, work even harder for mine. And I’m going to hold you close, and tell you how much you please me, and comfort you after I’ve been too rough with you.

I can hardly wait, Kitten, to have you here with me again. Until I do, knowing that you are as eager to submit as I am to dominate and possess you pleases me greatly. But it will have been too long, and my desire to completely overwhelm and command you will be intense: you’ll have to be your very best, Kitten, your most obedient and submissive best. Because I’m going to demand that from you.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

My want for you is deep. I don’t know how well I can communicate this idea, but I want to try.

There is a dimension, a totality, about it, about this dominance and submission, that is absent from normal intimacy. Sex is always physical, almost always emotional–it should be. But the aspect of submission introduces the matter of will into it, and this is unlike either the physical or the emotional connection of sex. There is a giving, on your part, and a taking, on mine, that is unique to the dom/sub relationship, and I find myself craving that quite independently of, and even more intensely than, the physical and emotional components of sex.

When you submit to me, you do it with intent–it’s deliberate, a considered act of surrender. It is real in a way that the transient pleasures of sex are not. (Transient, but very great pleasures, nonetheless.) But the submission is continuous, and goes on whether you’re kneeling before me or lying naked on my bed or sitting in my car or at a dinner party with me: I am always your dominant man; you are always my submissive woman.

I want to command your complete submission. That’s what the talk of worshiping my cock is about: not merely the physical pleasure of it, though I want that, but even more the sign of your surrender and obedience to me.

If I were with you right now, Kitten, I would be completely unreasonable. I would quietly, calmly, firmly demand your absolute submission to me. I would have you kneeling and worshiping my cock, lavishing the most outrageous attention on it, rubbing it on your face, choking on it, pressing it against your lips as you look up at me. I would thrust deeply, ignoring your tears, unmindful of how difficult it is for you, taking care only that you not choke too much on me. I’d hold your head tightly against my body, my cock in your throat, and tell you what a good girl you are for taking me so deeply.

And it would go on and on, because you are never more submissive than when you’re on your knees in front of me, and that’s exactly what I want, today–your utter, complete submission.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

What I want today, Kitten, this very minute, is simple: I want you to worship my cock. I want to lie back against the pillows while you kneel or lie down between my legs and give attention–endless, wanton, over-the-top attention–to my cock. I want you to use your hands, your mouth, your tongue, your breasts. And I want you to convince me that holding, stroking, liking, sucking my cock is what you want more than anything, that it excites you half as much as it excites me. It’s selfish and greedy, and just what I want from you right now.

So we’ll put on your collar and your wrist and ankle cuffs, but leave you untied–for now. And you’ll know, because I’ll have told you, that when you finally finish lavishing attention on my cock, I’m going to lay you on your back on the bed and make love to you until you cry from exhaustion, pain, and pleasure.

But first, Kitten, I’m going to tell you to straddle my leg, to grind you pussy slowly against it while you lick my cock from my balls to the tip. I’m going to watch you take it in your hand and hold it, wrap your fingers around it, and kiss it–and then run your tongue along it, over and over.

And then I’ll watch you slide it slowly between your lips, until the head is in your mouth and your lips are around the ridge between the head and the shaft. You’ll pause there, and circle the head with your tongue as you suck slowly on me, your hand sliding slowly back and forth. You feel the skin, soft, loose over my hardness. You suck me hard as you move your hand back and forth, and then pull my cock deeper into your mouth. When it reaches the back, you move your head a little, trying to get my cock into your throat. I push hard for a moment, then relax as you slide me out a little to catch your breath.

We both know you’re going to swallow my cock, that I’m going to thrust it down your throat until your lips are pressed against my body. We’ve done this before, and you know that it’s hard but that you can do it. And you know that I’m going to make you do it, that I’m going to say “again, Kitten, get ready” and then hold your head tightly in my hands and thrust slowly, powerfully into your throat. You’ll gag, and cough when I pull back, and choke for a moment. But you’ll swallow my cock, and I’ll tell you what a good girl you are when you do.

When my cock is wet from your mouth and throat, you’ll take it out and rub it along your cheek. You know I love to watch you do that, love the wantonness of it, the devotion. I want that devotion from you, and I want you to show it, in part, by the way you treat my cock.

Please me, Kitten. Please my cock. You Querido wants your attention. Your Querido misses you.

Love,
YOUR Querido