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

[ FYI: In town 2-5, and evening as necessary. ]

Kitten,

Patience. I don’t have much of it either, where you’re concerned. I want you now, I want you constantly, and I want you completely.

But, while neither of us has much patience, we nonetheless must wait. And the effect of that will be to make every moment together intense, to make every time you’re in my bedroom an extraordinary occasion.

We are both going to learn a lot, going to do a lot of new things. If we could, we’d do it all at once. We’d have incredible weeks of exploration and and discovery. We’d do it, we’d overdo it, and we’d be lost in a blur of experiences and sensations. That sounds nice; I’d jump on it if I could.

Instead, we’re going to have many, many moments, each a wonderful and intense coming together and rediscovering. The sex is going to be amazing. The intimacy is going to remain fresh and exciting. We’ll never take any of it for granted. We’ll remain alive and fascinating to each other.

I don’t want to wait either. But, as we must, let’s appreciate the benefits.

But, my god, I miss you, and I want you right now.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

I’ve always wanted to dominate women sexually, but subscribed, albeit without much conviction, to the popular wisdom that says men and women are equal partners–in love as in everything else. I made love in a physically dominating way, but focused my attention on pleasing the women. I think I thus justified to myself the liberties I took, by making sure that I was a gratifying lover: in a sense, I “bought” their acquiescence with the pleasure I gave them. So I enjoyed an implicit control, but one of persuasion rather than authority, and, while I might briefly exert physical control over a woman’s body, I never issued instructions or expected any kind of obedience from her.

I always wanted something else. I always, from my earliest sexual experiences, wanted a woman’s willing and essentially unconditional sexual submission. And I always imagined that this was an aberrant desire, and that the kind of woman who interested me–an intelligent, competent, confident woman–wouldn’t have any wish to submit herself to me, or to any man. I thought that, if such a woman did submit to me, it would be with reservations, merely an act of generosity on her part to fulfill a perhaps unsettling wish on mine.

And then I met you, Kitten, and the tumblers all lined up, and suddenly I understood what is possible: possible and, therefore, in this instance, necessary.

Because I believe you, Kitten. Even though I can’t entirely empathize with your feelings, I can understand, intellectually, how you can find both security and sexual excitement in your submission to me. It makes sense to me in a way that lets me believe it’s genuine, and that you really would, if you could, submit absolutely to me, trusting that my love and duty to you will protect you from too great an excess of my authority.

What that belief means to me, Kitten, is that I can, for the first time, be myself. I can fully embrace both the authority and the duty, both pleasurable for me: the authority to please myself with your willing body however I wish, and the duty to make you feel secure in my love, desire, and respect. This may seem only slightly different from what I had before, but it isn’t: it’s profoundly different. Before, I was buying a woman’s obedience with pleasure. Now, I receive that obedience from you because you’re who you are and that’s what you want to give; I give you pleasure and security because I’m who I am and that’s what I want to provide.

None of this explains why I want to command you, possess you, overwhelm and control you as I do. I’m not sure why. I still think about that. But it’s irresistible. You’re irresistible.

Your
Querido

Kitten,

That’s what I come back to, also, and have all along: two worlds. And, honestly, I don’t know how viable that is. But it seems necessary, or so close to necessary that my ability to distinguish between what I want and what I need breaks down.

As I said earlier, I know myself, know my drives and my passions–and know something of the limits of my self-control. I really do believe that we are inevitable.

Love,
Your Querido

Kitten,

Thank you for your note. I know the touch lingers, and I know you’re thinking of me even as I’m thinking of you. Still, I like to hear it.

I want you to know that this isn’t a trivial thing for me, this world I’ve opened for us. If it were, if it were merely playful, I wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t pursue you and drag you into it. But, as there are first loves, so there must be first dominances and submissions with the same intensity, with the same power to overwhelm–with even more, because the power exchange is in addition to, and not instead of, the love and affection of a more conventional romance.

I’ve never been here before, Kitten. Neither of us has. But I know my own drive and passion, know my need to command you and your need to surrender, and so I know some of what is ahead for us. And I’ve told you some of it here, on these pages.

Love,
Your Querido

[ Kitten, after our conversation earlier today, I’d have written you a very different note–a calming one, a hand lightly stroking your hair, fingers closed gently but firmly around your wrist as I held you still. That is my mood, and those are my thoughts, tonight. But here is the note I wrote yesterday. Love, Querido ]

Kitten,

I’ve told you that I don’t write fiction: everything I’ve described will happen–if it hasn’t happened already. (And, if it has happened already, it will happen again.)

The only exception is this little vignette. I won’t rule it out–the more I daydream about it, the more likely it is that I’ll make it come true. But, for now, this is simply a fantasy.

We’re having a quiet day or two now, Kitten, but remember: it’s still inevitable. Everything.

Oh, and Merry Christmas, Kitten.

Your
Querido

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I’m sitting on one of the couches in my living room, dressed in my usual attire. You’re sitting on the floor near the couch, your legs tucked under you, your head resting against my knee. You’re wearing a bra and panties, both of black lace, a black leather collar, and nothing else. I’m softly stroking your hair as I read a book.

The living room is comfortably warm on this cold winter night, and there’s a fire in the fireplace.

There’s a knock on the door. You look up, startled, and I brush your hair with my hand and say “it’s okay, Kitten. I’m expecting some people. Be still.” Then I get up and go to the door and let our guests in.

Two men and a woman come in. They’re young, college age, and seem a little nervous. But I welcome them, tell them to have a seat on the couch opposite the one I was sitting on, and ask what they’d like to drink. They tell me, and while I get their drinks ready I make small talk, ask if they had any problem finding the place. They aren’t from around here, and have made the drive up, at my request, just for this visit.

I give them their drinks and sit back on the couch, and you lean against my leg. You’re staying especially close to me, not looking at the strangers. You’ve turned so you’re facing me, your back to our guests, and you press your breasts against my leg, holding on a little more tightly.

I absently stroke your hair as I talk to our guests. We talk about various things–politics, their educations (for they are, in fact, college students), and their plans for the future. But it’s a little obvious that they’re distracted by you, by your naked back, by my hand in your hair and brushing your shoulder and neck. The men can’t stop looking at your ass in the sheer black panties.

“Yes, my Kitten is lovely, isn’t she?” I say it sincerely, because it’s true. They nod in agreement, still obviously feeling awkward that they can just sit there and look at you.

“Kitten, come up here with me.” I reach down and take your hand, and you stand and curl up on the couch beside me, again facing away from our guests and toward me. You rest your head on my thigh, your body curled on its side on the couch near me. I run my hand down your side and rest it on your hip, tracing idle circles on your bottom through the thin fabric of your panties.

We talk some more, and while we talk I periodically reach down and rest my hand on your face, brush my fingers against your lips, and stroke your chin and neck. Every time I touch your lips they part, and I can feel your tongue just touching my fingers.

I’m growing hard, and it’s getting uncomfortable. My cock is pressed hard against my jeans. Our guests can’t see it, but you can when you briefly open your eyes; my cock, still inside my pants, is only inches from your face.

I pause for just a moment while telling a story to our guests, and say, quietly but loudly enough for everyone to hear, “Kitten, take my cock out and hold it. It’s becoming uncomfortable.”

You whisper a very quiet “yes, Sir,” that I’m pretty sure they don’t hear. And you reach out and unzip my jeans, and then slip your hand in, find my cock, and pull it out. They still can’t see my cock, only the back of your head on my lap.

I stroke your hair as I continue talking to our guests. Your hand is around my cock, stroking it very slowly, and the head is only an inch or two from your lips. Sometimes you open your eyes and look at it, but usually your eyes are shut. I look down at you and smile, brush my fingers along your cheek.

“Thank you, Kitten. You’re a good girl. Suck my cock for a little while.”

Our guests are staring now, though they’re trying to pay attention to the conversation. The men can’t take their eyes off you, nor can the woman. They knew what to expect, and the reality of it obviously excites them. Your head slowly moves in my lap, in and out as you slowly slide my cock in and out of your mouth.

My hand slips into the back of your panties, and you feel me grasping your ass, holding you still, pulling you slightly toward me. You take me deeper in your mouth.

“Kitten, kneel on the floor so you can take me deeper.”

You slip off the couch and kneel between my legs, resting your arms on my thighs, and taking my cock back into your mouth. Our guests are leaning forward on the couch now, obviously completely absorbed in what you’re doing. We’ve stopped talking–no one can pay attention now. I have my hand tangled in your hair, and I’m slowly pulling your head toward me as I thrust my cock more deeply into your mouth and throat.

This goes on for several minutes, until finally I hold you still, and slowly pull your head back. I tuck my cock back into my pants–difficult, because I’m so hard–and zip up my jeans.

“Thank you, Kitten. Now stand up while I undress you, and then go kneel in the bedroom. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I unsnap your bra for you and you stand, dropping your bra as you do. I pull your panties down and you step out of them.

“Say goodnight to our guests, Kitten.”

For the first time, you look at our guests. You smile shyly, say “goodnight,” and walk to the bedroom. They watch you go, the men swallowing in their nervousness, the woman simply stunned. You go into the bedroom and close the door behind you.

I spend a few minutes thanking our guests for coming, and then see them out. I lock the door, turn out the lights, and walk to the bedroom, where I find you kneeling, waiting for your Querido, who is very proud of you.

Kitten,

I almost always want to restrain you. Sometimes I want to do it simply by telling you to be still, to stay in one place: to stand or kneel and wait for me to go to the bedroom, for example, or to lie with your head resting on my stomach and wait for me to put my cock between your lips. Sometimes your obedience is all the restraint I want.

But often, Kitten, I want to tie you up, to bind you. And there are so many ways I want to do that, and reasons for doing it. Here are just a few of them.

I want to tie your wrists behind your back and make you kneel naked before me and suck my cock while I tangle my hand in your hair and pull you to me.

I want to tie your wrists and ankles together behind your back and lay you on your stomach, and then pull your head back by your hair and slowly fuck your throat.

I want to lay you on your stomach on the cushion, and tie your ankles to the foot of the bed, your legs spread wide, with a belt around your waist holding you to the cushion, while I fuck your pussy, your ass, and your throat.

I want to tie your wrists together above your head, and hang you by your hands from a rope attached to the ceiling. I want to do that with you standing, so that I can push your legs apart and take you from behind. I want to do it with you kneeling, so that I can stand in front of you and thrust my cock into your mouth.

I want to tie your wrists together in front of you and lie on my back while you kneel between my legs and suck my cock.

I want to tie you spread-eagle on the bed, on your back, so that I can take my time kissing and licking and fucking your body.

I want to bind you with long leather strips, so that your legs and arms are completely immobilized, and then lay you on your stomach with two or three pillows beneath your hips and slowly, so incredibly slowly, slip first my fingers, and then a toy, and then my big, hard cock, deep into your ass.

I want you to be on your hands and knees on a padded bench in my bedroom, while I bind your arms and legs to the bench. And then I want to stand in front of you while you suck my cock, and then stand behind you and fuck your pussy and your ass.

I want you standing spread-eagle with your back against the wall, your hands and ankles tied to eyelets in the wall, while I press my chest against yours and kiss your lips and fuck you with my fingers, and then with my tongue, and then with my cock.

I want you to sit on the floor at the foot of my bed, your back to my bed, with a leather strap looped through the ring in your collar and tied to the foot of the bed so that you can’t stand up, while I stand in front of you and slowly fuck your throat.

And, my dear Kitten, I want you tied to me by your need and desire to submit to my domination of you, and to endlessly give yourself to me, obeying me, answering “yes, Sir” to every command, your eyes downcast, and your eagerness to please forever binding me to you.

YOUR
Querido

My Kitten,

Words are good, and necessary. I need words to tell you what to do, and to tell you what I’m going to do to you. You need words to answer, to say “yes, Sir” and “please Sir” and, very occasionally, to tell me that it’s too much. I need words to praise you, to tell you what a good girl you are, how much you please me, how much you excite me. And I need words, eventually, to calm and comfort you when I’ve pushed you too hard, or almost too hard. And I need words, little one, for some of the ways in which I tell how important and perfect you are for me.

Words are good, and necessary. But they aren’t sufficient.

I need, Kitten, hours with you. I need you warm in my arms. I need you on your knees. I need the knowledge that, for a couple of hours, at least, I have you to myself, uninterrupted, mine to command and possess.

I’ll keep sending you words. But I need more: my body needs more and, beyond that, I need more.

As for desire…

Kitten, I can hardly think straight, tonight. I feel like an animal in a man’s body. I want to devour you, to have you in every way.

YOUR
Querido

Kitten,

Usually, when I bind you, I simply tie your wrists and ankles. But today I want to do something different to you. I want to use a long thin strip of black leather, and wrap it around your legs, from ankle to mid-thigh, binding the whole length of you legs together. Not so tightly that it cuts off your circulation–I’ll always be careful about that. But tightly enough that you can’t move them at all, except to bend them at the knees.

And then your arms, Kitten. I’m going to fold your arms, your wrists crossed over your breasts, and wrap another long leather strap around your body, over and over, until you’re arms are bound against you and you can’t move at all.

And you’ll lie on the bed beside me, facing me, your forehead pressed against my side, while I slowly stroke your hair and appreciate my obedient, submissive Kitten. Until I turn toward you and rest the head of my cock on your lips, and tell you to lick and suck my cock for a little while. And you’ll do that for me, my good little Kitten.

And then I’ll turn you so that you’re facing away from me, and I’ll push your legs forward, and I’ll thrust my cock slowly into your pussy and make love to my helpless Kitten, slowly and deeply, for a long time. All very quiet, all very calm, and all completely beyond your control.

Sir

Kitten,

This sounds good to you, like an opportunity to live a fantasy? I’m glad. Because I will never tire of you kneeling before me. And however demanding I make that experience for you, however hard and fast and deep I thrust my cock down your throat, however greedy I am in satisfying this aching want of mine, Kitten, it’s just the tip of the iceberg. My wants are enormous, and outrageous, and probably insatiable. And I’m going to challenge you with them until you can’t take any more.

MY Kitten.

YOUR
Querido

Kitten,

One day, there will be a small chest in my bedroom. It will be two or three feet long, and proportioned like a shoebox. It will be black, of polished wood or, possibly, a leather covering. And it will lock, and have a small keyhole on the front.

The key will be on a cord around my neck, and will always be with me.

And after I’ve sent you to the bedroom, Kitten, and you’ve stood while I’ve told you what I want to do with you and to you, and what I want you to do for me, and after you’ve knelt obediently and pleased me with your hands and your mouth–after all that, I’ll lift you back to your feet, as I always do. And then, some days, I’ll take the key from around my neck and give it to you. And I’ll tell you what I want you to get from our chest.

You’ll go to the chest and unlock it with the key. Sometimes you’ll be dressed, still. Other times you’ll be naked, or almost so. I’ll enjoy watching you get the things I’ve told you to get.

You’ll open the chest, and inside you’ll find the things we’ve collected. There will be your wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, of course. (Not your collar–you’ll already be wearing that, will have been since I sent you to the bedroom earlier.) There will be the vibrator we keep here, and the other toys we like. Lotions. Straps and ropes. And paddles, Kitten, things of leather and wood, things that have briefly left their mark on your bottom, your thighs. You’ll look through all these things for the items I told you to bring me. And I’ll wait for you to come to me.

And then I’ll bind you, Kitten, if that’s what we’re doing. Or I’ll lay you down on the bed and spank you. Or I’ll make you kneel while I slowly thrust a toy into your pussy or your ass. But whatever we do, I’ll enjoy knowing that you brought these things to me, that you did as you were told, knowing that I’d use these things to restrain you, to make you uncomfortable, or just to use your body for my own pleasure.

And yours. Always yours, Kitten. Because, as much as my command is your wish (a phrase of yours I like very much), so your pleasure is my wish. For it’s easy for me to control your body with force; it would be more difficult, but still possible, to break your will with fear and intimidation. But I want your willing submission, your wanton and joyful participation. I want to tell you to worship my cock and know that you’re doing it sincerely, both because my cock pleases you and because you covering it with kisses and rubbing it on your cheek and licking it and taking it deep in your mouth pleases me.

Wanton submission. That’s what I want from you, complete and enthusiastic surrender. And that’s what I get from you, Kitten.

And, truly, I can’t get enough. I think of it all through the day, look forward to my next opportunity to hold you and claim you and ravish you.

Soon. Not soon enough. But soon.

Sir

Be calm, Kitten. I’m here, as aware of you as you are of me–even more so. Imagine me as a quiet protective presence, never far away, watching you, enjoying you, waiting for the moment when I’ll step in, take you by the arm, and tell my Kitten it’s time to come home. There’s no pressure at all, today, so relax and enjoy the day.

You please me greatly.

MY Kitten.

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But, tonight. Tonight, Kitten, when I get you home, when you’re tired and tipsy–more than tipsy–and ready to climb into bed, exhausted from a busy day and an evening of fun and socializing, I’m going to be greedy. Because I’ve been watching you all evening, watching your slim body, watching you laugh and play and be the wonderful, gregarious, charming woman you are. And I’ve been thinking about that moment when I get you home, when you’ve had a few minutes to get comfortable, and when you’re falling into my arms, tired, just wanting to be protected and take care of.

I’ll take care of you. I’ll always take care of you, Kitten. And I’ll protect you from everyone. Everyone except me, because there’s something I want from you, one thing you have to do for me before I pick you up and lay you into our bed and let you sleep the night away.

And so I undress you, and push you gently to your knees, and grasp your wrists behind your head with one hand, holding them against the back of your head. And you know exactly what I want, but you’re so tired and hazy that you can’t do more than tip your head back a little, your eyes closed, and open your mouth. And you do, and I slowly thrust my cock deep into your throat. And for the next little while–you don’t know how long–everything is out of control, and all you think about is my cock in your throat, about breathing when I let you and sucking when I tell you to and just obeying, just doing what you’re told.

When I come you’re so tired that you don’t get it all, and some spills out and falls on your breasts. You swallow the rest, and suck my cock slowly until I finally release your wrists and bend over, pick you up, and lay you in the bed. I pull your body against mine and pull up the covers and turn out the light, and we sleep.

MY Kitten.

YOUR
Querido

Kitten,

Soon, on one of your next few visits, after our usual rituals–my hand on your throat, my instructions to you, undressing you, you kneeling for me–I’ll lay you on the bed and touch you, excite you, devour you, and fuck your pussy. I’ll get you very wet, very worked up.

Then I’ll make you stand beside the bed, and tell you to bend over and put your hands on the bed. I’ll spread your legs. And then I’ll spank you. I’ll use a paddle. I’ll start slowly, with quick light taps to warm you up. And then I’ll spank you more seriously, hard enough to make it sting, to leave you gasping a bit. Not hard enough to make you beg me to stop, but almost.

And then, my dear Kitten, I’ll tell you to make yourself come, standing by the bed. And while you’re doing that, I’ll slowly push my cock into your ass and very slowly but very firmly fuck you until you come. And when you come, I’ll pull you down on the bed, still impaled on my cock, and slowly fuck you while you lie on your side, your wrists in my hand, your ankles between my legs. I’ll do that for a long time, until I come deep inside you.

MY Kitten.

YOUR Querido

“Now go to my room, undress, take off your bra but keep your panties on, and stand by the pillow and wait for me.”

“Yes, Sir.” I watch you walk to the bedroom, appreciating, as I always do, your trim little body as you move away from me.

I walk into my room, taking off my shirt on the way, and find you right where you’re supposed to be, eyes downcast, hands crossed obediently in front of you. I stand behind you, rest my hand lightly on your throat, and tip you back against me. I kiss you softly below your ear.

And then our routine changes, just a little.

I turn you around so you’re facing me, slip my arm around you, pull you close. You put your arms around my neck, rest your head on my shoulder, and we dance, slowly, to unheard music. And I talk to you.

“Kitten, here’s what we’re going to do, tonight. I’m going to hold you like this for a little while, breathe you in–you smell so good; you always smell so good. Enjoy your body in my arms, your warmth against my chest.”

My hand slips down to your bottom, grabs you firmly, possessively, then pulls you more tightly against me.

“And then, after I hold you, I’m going to take you to bed. I’ll make you kneel for me, of course. Always, and for a long time. But that will be later. What I want first, what I want more than anything tonight, is to lay you down in my bed, and to wrap my strong arms around you and hold you so tightly that you can’t move–tightly enough that you can breathe but you can’t move at all. And, while I’m holding you like that, your arms trapped between us, your legs held apart with mine, my weight holding you down–while I have you so restrained that all you can do is move your head from side to side, I’m going to make love to you.

“You’ll feel the head of my cock press against your pussy, feel it slowly spread your lips and just slip inside you. I’ll pause, move my cock back and forth a little to make it wet, and then push deeper into you. You’ll feel every inch, Kitten, as I slowly drive myself in and out, a little deeper with each inward thrust.

“Kitten, do you want my cock deep inside your pussy?”

It takes you a moment to answer, to realize that I’ve asked you a question. “Yes, Sir,” you say, very quietly–so quietly that, if your head weren’t on my shoulder, I might not have heard you.

“Good. I’m not going to thrust so hard that I hurt you, not tonight. But I’m going to fill you, and I’m going to make love to you with long, slow, firm thrusts, deep but not too deep for you, and it’s going to go on and on and on. Because that’s what I want tonight: your body helpless beneath mine, and my cock sliding endlessly in and out of you.

“After that, Kitten, I’ll do other things to you, things I’ll like and you’ll mostly like. Rough things, some of them. But we’re going to make love for a long time, first.”

And then I kiss your neck, and I stroke your hair, and I bend down and pick you up in my arms and carry you to bed. I strip your panties off, and then kiss your lips, and your neck, and then take one of your nipples in my mouth. My fingers gently spread your pussy as my tongue circles your nipple, and it’s several minutes before I do the things I said I’d do. But I do, and we make love for what seems like forever, your face pressed against my neck as you moan and gasp.

Kitten,

I sleep tonight wearing a shirt you gave me, in a bed that smells of us. My last waking thoughts are memories of you.

Your
Querido

Now winter sets in, and for a few dark days my arms, which ache to hold you, will remain empty. Use this time well; I’ll do the same. And the next time I hold you, Kitten, will be spectacular–even by our high standards.

How I wish we could hold on to our moments, Kitten, and make the feelings linger as vividly as do the memories. But the intensity must make that impossible. And that’s probably good: if I could completely recall the feeling I have when you drop to your knees and press your cheek so sweetly against my body before taking me in your mouth, if I could will that feeling back into existence as readily as I can visualize you, then I’d do nothing else all day.

But already it seems so long since I slowly undressed you as you stood obediently before me; since I told you to kneel and then watched as my hard cock slipped in and out of your mouth; since I tied you on your back over that big leather cushion, your legs spread wide, and gently licked and sucked your pussy. Since I came, kneeling over you, my cock thrusting fast in and out of your mouth as I held your head tight with my hand and fucked your throat.

I remember it all, Kitten, and it was all wonderful. One image I can’t get out of my mind, though, is of something that hasn’t happened yet, but will soon. That’s the image of you on your stomach on that same leather pillow, tied the same way–legs wide, arms above your head. I’ve thought of this so many times, I can see it as if it has already happened. I’ve been kneeling on the bed in front of you, my hand in your hair pulling your head up, thrusting my cock into your throat and telling you to “be a good Kitten, take it deep. That’s right, deep. Now hold it…hold it…there! Good girl, Kitten.”

I’ve been doing that, but now I want my cock in your ass, and so I move until I’m kneeling between your legs. I hold you down tightly against the cushion. I don’t ask you, or tell you what I’m going to do. But what I’m going to do is fuck your ass, deep and hard and long.

In fact, I am going to do that. And I’m not going to wait until the end of our little winter for it.

Sir

PS Want. An enormous want, stronger than sexual desire alone can explain. Your submission is intoxicating. I want to command you. I want to throw you back against the wall and take you. I want to tie you up, bending you over, and drive my cock deep into you in ever possible way. And it’s your submission to me, as much as your body, that I want so desperately.

The first time, your hands are free–you aren’t bound at all. You’re lying on my bed, on your back, naked, with a strip of black cloth tied around your head and over your eyes. No restraints, but I’ve told you to be still.

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, and then lie perfectly, obediently still. You feel the bed move as I lean down to kiss your lips; a moment later, my breath is warm against the base of your neck. Then a pause: you don’t know what’s coming next.

You shiver as my fingertips lightly touch your thigh and gently spread your legs. As I slowly, slowly draw them up the inside of your thigh, still barely making contact with your skin, you moan softly. But before my hand reaches you, you feel my lips on your left nipple, feel it sucked hard into my mouth and my tongue flicking over it.

Everything I do, Kitten, will be a surprise. You won’t know when I’ll put my hand on your throat, or brush my finger along your lips. My tongue softly circling your clitoris will be as unexpected as my cock slipped between your parted lips. And the pauses, the times when you know I’m there but don’t know where I’m looking, what I’m about to do to you, will make you nervous and excited.

But you’ll trust me, and I’ll take care of you.

You’re standing by the bed, bent over, your arms straight, your weight resting on your hands. Your legs are spread. I’m behind you. You’re naked.

When I told you to bed over, you didn’t know what I was going to do. You felt my arm tighten around your stomach and hold you against me, felt the roughness of my jeans against your ass, and my bare chest pressed against your back as I leaned forward to kiss your shoulder. And then my hand between your legs, my fingers opening you and exploring you while my arm around you held you tightly.

Your legs began to tremble then, while I was slowly thrusting my fingers into you, slowly circling your clitoris, lightly stroking you. The pressure of my palm felt good against the mound of your pussy, and was almost enough to lift you on to your toes when I thrust my fingers in and pulled you hard back against me.

When I let you go but told you to stay still, you wondered what would come next. You felt my foot roughly push your legs wider, and suddenly you felt more vulnerable, your pussy and your ass exposed to me. Then, again, my hand reaching around you and my fingers slipping into your pussy–but this time, you feel my other hand on your bottom, spreading you, and one finger slowly circling your ass, begin to enter you, and now you know what’s going to happen.

“Be still, Kitten,” I tell you again, and you gasp “yes, Sir” and grasp the sheets tightly in your hand as you feel the head of my cock pressing against your ass. I’ve never taken you this way standing up, and you’re afraid. You know I’ll be careful, but you’re still afraid.

“You remember what to say if it’s too much, too fast, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer. You feel my grip tighten on your hips, and then the pressure and pain of my cock entering you so slowly, so very slowly. You moan and gasp for air, feel me pause, and then my fingers dig into you again as I slowly pull you back against me, driving my cock deeper into you. My other hand is still between your legs, my fingers still in your pussy, and the slow rhythmic thrusting in and out of your pussy matches the more gentle thrusting into your ass.

Your legs begin to bend, and you feel a sharp slap across your bottom. “Keep standing, Kitten. You can’t kneel yet. You’re going to stand here until you come, with my cock deep in your ass. Understand, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” you answer, but I can see that it’s hard for you to support yourself right now, and I bend my legs slightly to press them against the backs of your thighs and take a little weight off of yours. I don’t know if you notice. I won’t let you collapse. I’ll tell you to make yourself come in just a few minutes. And then I’ll let you rest.

But now I’m enjoying this too much, my fingers in your pussy and my cock sliding slowly deeper into your ass–and I’m proud of the way you’re taking it so well.

Kitten,

All day, we go in different directions, and I hold you neither often enough nor long enough. So I count the hours until we’re together again, and know that I’ll make up for lost time, for every hour my arm wasn’t around you, for every moment I wasn’t holding you tightly, laying you down, and claiming you.

Sir

My Dear Kitten,

Would knowing what to expect make you more or less apprehensive, do you think? Would it be harder not to dwell on it if you could more easily imagine what was coming?

We both say “pain and discomfort,” and certainly “pain” trips off the tongue most readily. But you have a sense of me, Kitten, and of the kind of physical domination I enjoy, and you probably understand that it has more to do with controlling your body and demanding things of you than of creating pain and discomfort for their own sake.

In fact, I don’t seek to create either pain or discomfort–though I don’t very much mind causing either. What I want to do–and what I will do–is make excessive sexual demands. That’s the way in which I want to dominate you, Kitten: I want to be unreasonable, and watch you willingly submit to my unreasonableness.

I’m already unreasonable. The last time we were together, I fucked your pussy, your ass, and your throat. You came with my cock in your mouth and in your pussy, and almost while I was in your ass. You sucked my cock while you were kneeling on the floor, on your hands and knees on the bed, on your back, on your side. I held your head in my hands and thrust so deeply you choked and gagged. And, amazingly, you took it all–every inch–into your throat, into your pussy, and into your ass–again and again.

Unreasonable is telling you to stand, almost naked, head bowed, wrists together, and wait for me to come to you. Unreasonable is tying your wrists and ankles and leaving you lying naked on the bed until I’m ready to come back and take you. Unreasonable is tying your legs to the bed posts and devouring you for as long as I want, slowly and steadily, until I finally decide to fuck you with my fingers or my cock. Unreasonable is tipping your head back and thrusting into your throat as you look up at me.

Kitten, I’ve told you that your last job, when we’re together, is to make me come, to make me come in your mouth, your pussy, your ass, or on you–but usually in your mouth. You’ve heard me tell you, when you’re tired and spent, “you’re not quite done, Kitten.” Always, that will be the last thing I demand of you, that you open your mouth for me and take me in, or wrap your fingers around my cock and stroke me until I come with your lips just inches from my cock. I’m going to teach you just how I like it, Kitten, how best to suck and stroke my cock to make me come. One day, I’ll lie back and tell you to stroke my cock and make me come, and you’ll do that: I’ll watch your hands sliding on my shaft, watch you take it deep into your throat to make me wet and slippery and then stroke it again as if you’re eager to see me come, eager to plunge me back into your mouth as I do and suck and swallow and feel me gradually soften in your mouth.

That’s unreasonable, too, that I should consider it your duty to do whatever is necessary to make me come, and to do it every time we’re together. You know I don’t come quickly, and that I’m demanding a lot of your little body to make you do that.

Oh, and calling you and telling you to have an orgasm while I talk to you is unreasonable, too.

I’m not a reasonable man, my Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

You wrote:

Sir, I really want to feel pain and discomfort and I really want to be pushed closer to my limits. I think the question, as you said, is just how much. I look forward to you helping me find out the answer.

For my part, my dear little girl, I want to cause you pain and discomfort, and watch you submit to it willingly. I want you to surrender to it, to feel simultaneously helpless and trusting, and to get through it without saying a word that will stop it. And then I want to take away the pain, and then comfort and reassure you.

I don’t know how much pain you want, Kitten. And I don’t know how much pain I want to inflict. We’ll find out together, my dear Kitten. Perhaps we’ll be as strangely compatible in this regard as we seem to be in so many other ways. Wouldn’t that be an exciting discovery?

I can tell you, Kitten, that there’s almost no limit to my desire to shove my cock down your throat. You say that you like that, and I’m glad: you’re going to get a lot of that.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

Your reply was lovely, my dear, and your Querido appreciates it.

I was particularly struck by the sensuality, Kitten. You related so much of our last encounter to the sensations you’re having now, the way you’re touching yourself, the tastes and scents you’re experiencing at this moment. I like this sense of your perspective, so feminine, so different from my own highly visual experience.

(Speaking of which, you really are a joy to look at, girl, whether you’re lying on my bed half covered by my sheets, or enthusiastically submitting to my most outrageous sexual demands. I remember so vividly your eyes, your hair, your lips–and how I love your lips, Kitten. Your breasts, your ass. Looking at you excites and pleases me.)

Kitten, after reading your sweet and tender words, I was briefly tempted to reconsider the tone of our next time together. But only briefly: I want your submission, and I want to know that I have it even when it’s more challenging. It’s one thing to wince but endure my cock thrusting too deeply into your pussy, or just a little too quickly into your ass. When you choke on my cock in your throat, I’m proud of the way you hardly pause before accepting my next deep thrust. You please me greatly, little one, and excite me as well, when you show me how you can take almost everything I can do to you during lovemaking, and never beg me to stop. I’m proud of my Kitten.

Next time, my dear little girl, will be different. I’ll make sure there’s time to be close, time for me to hold you and calm you and kiss you gently and tell you what a good girl you are. Time to rest, after I strain you and tire you out.

But I am going to strain you. I’ve told you part of it, how you’ll be on your stomach, your wrists and ankles tied together behind your back, while I sit on the bed in front of you and put my cock in your mouth–how I’ll tangle my fingers in your hair and lift your head with one hand, and guide my cock in with the other. I’ll be careful not to choke you too much, and to let you breathe. But I won’t be gentle, not with your throat, not with your breasts or nipples or pussy or bottom.

You’ll know, when we’re done, that I really won’t hurt you–that I can be trusted even when you’re completely helpless. And we’ll both find out, Kitten, if you really want to feel pain and discomfort, if you really want to be pushed closer to your limits–and just how much.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

I’m thinking back to our last time together, to all the things we did and how much they pleased me. Your little body, Kitten, delights me more with each encounter. I enjoy looking at you, seeing you standing barely clothed, kneeling naked in front of me, lying on your back or your side. I like to be above you, my cock deep in your pussy or your ass.

And when I tell you–as I did recently–to give my cock all your attention, and you do it so obediently and so well, Kitten, I ache. I ache as I lie back and watch you slide down my body, watch you press your breasts against my thighs, watch your hair cascading on to me as you slowly lick the length of my shaft, and then watch you take the entire length into your throat (which still amazes me).

Last time, Kitten, I was hard on you. Not rough, but I thrust deeply and took you every way, and I’m sure you were sore for a long time afterwards. I enjoyed it all immensely, and we’ll do it all again.

But next time, my little one, will be different. It won’t be quite as physically intense–you won’t be fucked as hard–but it will probably be more demanding, and almost certainly more painful. You’ll spend a lot of it tied up, being told exactly the things I want you to do–and I’ll want you to do them just as I tell you. The last time, Kitten, was about taking you and thrusting deep into you and possessing your body. The next time will be about your will, and about your obedience, and about commanding you and reassuring you and comforting you.

I am eager now, Kitten, to put my hand on you, and to bend you, and hold you down, and make you surrender to me.

Sir

She’s standing wearing nothing but her bra and panties when he walks into the room. He walks behind her and pauses, takes off his shirt; he wants to feel her skin against his chest. She hears him but of course doesn’t turn. She knows she’s to stand quietly, her wrists crossed, her eyes down. She waits.

She feels his warmth before he touches her, knows he’s standing very close, and then his hand is on her throat, gently but with a grip she knows he’d tighten if she were to try to pull away. But this gesture, which might panic another woman, calms her–she relaxes, lets her eyes close, makes a small sigh. Her legs feel suddenly weak, as if encouraging her to drop to her knees. She doesn’t: he hasn’t yet commanded that.

He tips her head back onto his shoulder and she feels the warmth of his bare chest pressed against her back. Involuntarily she relaxes against him, slumping slightly into him, trying to draw closer. He puts his arm around her body, beneath her breasts, and holds her tightly as she relaxes even more.

She never knows what he’ll say, what he’ll tell her of his plans for her, but this time the words are familiar: he’s going to do what he wrote–make her kneel over him while he devours her. Suddenly, she feels her wetness in anticipation. She moans softly.

“Are you wet, Kitten?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answers, in a quiet, almost timid voice.

As he always does, he reaches around her and spreads her labia, dips his finger into her wetness.

“Good, Kitten. I like it when you’re wet.”

“I know, Sir,” she replies.

He turns her so that she’s facing the pillow that’s always waiting for her when she comes to his room. “Kneel, Kitten.”

She kneels. She kneels, and he puts his hand under her chin and tips her head up to face him. She tries to open her eyes and look at him, almost succeeds–and then the sound of him unzipping his pants makes her self-conscious, and she closes her eyes, would lower her face if he wasn’t still holding her. She opens her mouth, and as the head of his hard cock touches her lips, she raises her hands and presses her palms lightly against his thighs to support herself, and takes him in.

Good morning, Kitten.

Just a quick note to tell you that I am thinking of you, too.

Sir

Kitten,

I’ve said that I want you to hear my voice, and I do. I want you to hear it, and to associate it with security, with peace, and with surrender.

And I want to hear yours. I want to hear your talk, your laughter, and your quiet submission. I want to hear your moans and your sighs, your gasps and your cries.

Soon, Kitten.

Sir

[That was a beautiful reply, Kitten, but there is one thing you said that I want to correct. You said that you know a particular thing “does nothing” for me. That’s not true, not at all. Perhaps I damned it with faint praise; if so I’ll praise it more fully soon, so that you’re clear on that point. Come to me, Kitten. — Sir]

Kitten,

I’m looking forward to having hours with you, and soon. Hours during which you feel helpless, manhandled, apprehensive, eager, overwhelmed, wanton, pained, satisfied, swept away, obedient–always, obedient. Never afraid, though often nervous. Always safe, but always as if you’re in a place–my bed–where everything is beyond your control. Because it is.

Sir

… yet again.

Love,
Sir

Kitten,

This will happen soon:

I’ll lay you on the bed on your stomach, naked, and pull your wrists back and tie them behind you. And then I’ll pull your ankles back behind you and time them together–and then tie them to your wrists.

Then I’ll flip you on to your back, so that your legs and arms are pulled back behind you.

And then, Kitten, I’ll gently spread your thighs with my broad shoulders, and spend a long time–a very long time–devouring you. I’ll kiss the insides of your thighs, run my tongue along your slit, flick it gently over your clitoris, thrust it into your pussy. I’ll press my lips against you, drink you in, slide my tongue roughly over you, spread your labia and run my tongue all along you.

And it will go on and on, Kitten.

When we pause, when I stop licking and devouring your pussy, slowly, quickly, gently, firmly, my fingers sometimes slipping deep into you while my tongue circles your clitoris–when we finally pause, Kitten, I’ll stand by the bed and reach down and grab your arm near your shoulder and pull you to me, so that your head is near the edge of the bed. And I’ll stand over you, little one, and tell you to take me in your mouth. And I’ll pinch your nipples while you lie on your back and slowly suck my cock.

You’ll be uncomfortable, I know that. You’ll feeling helpless, with your arms and legs tied behind you. Eventually, if it goes on long enough–and it will–you’ll begin to ache a little. But I’ll keep going back to run my tongue along your slit, Kitten. I’ll keep taking your clitoris between my lips while my hands grip your hips tightly and my fingers leave their marks on your skin.

Eventually, after my mouth tight against your pussy has left you squirming and gasping for breath, after you’ve choked and gagged on my cock, while you’re still tied and helpless, I’ll make love to you, Kitten. I’ll kneel between your spread thighs and slowly drive my big cock into your wet, swollen, sensitive pussy–drive it in deeply, slowly at first and then faster, in long full strokes that fill you completely.

And then, Kitten, finally, I’ll lie beside you and untie you and pull you against me, and you’ll cling to me weak and shaking. And I’ll let you rest for a little while as I slowly stroke your beautiful hair and feel your body gradually settle.

Sir

Mine. Whether I’m there or not, mine. Inevitable. Insatiable.

[Calm. Be calm, Kitten. Be still. We’ll work on this, on breathing slowly and growing calm, and on finding peace. — Sir]

Kitten,

I am bodily in  my usual in-town haunt, drinking coffee and hoping for an hour or two of uninterrupted, reasonably productive work time.

But in my mind, Kitten, I’m elsewhere. In my mind, I’m stepping into my bedroom and pausing to look at you. You’re standing by my bed, almost naked, waiting for me just as I’ve told you to be. And the moment I see  you, Kitten, I feel the quiet predator awaken in me: my pulse slows, my breathing slows, time seems to slow, and the world becomes only me, and you, and what I want to do to you, and how I want to make you feel.

You can feel it in my hand on your throat, can’t you? The grip is not tight, but you know you can’t get free. You know that, don’t you, Kitten? You know that there’s absolutely nothing you could do to escape, nothing you could do to break the hold of my arm around your body as I stand behind you. (You could say something and be free in an instant; we both know that. But, short of using words, you’re as captive as if you were already tied.)

You know, don’t you, Kitten, that, when I stand behind you with my arm tightly around your waist, bend you double, push your shoulders down to the bed, brusquely shoving your legs apart with mine–you know, Kitten, that at that moment I can take what I want, as hard and as fast as I want, my hands on your hips making it impossible for you to escape my deep thrusts. You know that.

You know how helpless you are once I have my hand on you, how strong I am and how strong is my want and desire, my need. You know how completely at my mercy you are.

You know how completely safe you are.

Your willing submission, Kitten, is the most erotic and captivating thing I’ve ever experienced.

Come to me. Soon.

Love,
Sir

He liked sex, so much so that he often wondered if he was obsessed with it. Certainly he enjoyed the physical sensations; but more, he was attracted to the psychology of it, to the sense of power he derived from pleasing women. He remembered once observing to a woman–she was thirty-five, ten years older than he and the only older lover he’s ever had–that women seemed to become helplessly swept away in climax. That helplessness, the woman’s surrender to the intensity of sensation, became for him one of the great attractions of sex.

As his experience grew he developed strong preferences–chief among them a powerful desire for oral sex: this became an essential part of sex for him, the woman taking him into her mouth while he watched her. He understood that the watching was crucial, was a necessary part of the experience. With that understanding he came to realize that the psychological aspect of sex was, for him, the greater part, that for him sex was about power and control, and that taking a woman–for “taking” was the word that came to his mind when he thought of the act of lovemaking–was not only an affectionate and intimate act, but an aggressive one as well.

He was generally comfortable with this self-knowledge–he was a man generally comfortable with himself–but also aware that it might hint at something darker in himself, perhaps at some imperfectly suppressed desire to take a woman by force, to possess her against her will. Yet her willingness was important to him: he wanted the aggression, even something bordering on violence; but he needed her willingness as well, her eagerness. He wondered about this tension, this balancing of his desire to demand, and his desire that a woman willingly give herself to him.

And then he met a woman whose need to submit was as great as his desire to dominate, and suddenly the dark places inside him were illuminated.

Now I know what I want.

And, Kitten, today was what I want. All of it, all the excess, all the attention. I want my cock that far down your throat, even though you choke and gag. I want you to worship my cock, to hold it and lick the length of it and press it to your face. I want you to beg me to let you put it in your mouth.

I want you to come, gasping, shaking, almost collapsing, while I slowly thrust my cock in and out of your ass and cradle your head on my arm and hold you against me. I want you to writhe and moan, wrists bound, ankle tied to the bed, as my tongue spreads your pussy lips and circles your clitoris and spends a long time there.

And I want to hear your moans as you kneel with my cock in your mouth, want to feel that wanton submission, that desire to please that’s so intense that you get wet just thinking of how much I enjoy your mouth, your throat, and the sight of my hard shaft sliding into you.

And then I want you, still submissive, still eager to please me in whatever way I demand, to curl up against me, to mold yourself to me, and to rest securely in my arms, your head tucked into my neck, your still-quivering body weak and helpless and safe beside me.

I want today. Again. Soon.

Kitten, you please me.

Love,
Sir

(Kitten, I did receive, and enjoy, your most recent comments. Love, Sir)

It is a thing in itself, the domination, and not merely an aspect of the sex. I’ve always been a physically assertive lover, but this desire–this need–to command you, Kitten, is unexpected. I find myself thinking of it as vividly as I do you kneeling before me, anticipating it as eagerly as I do holding your naked body down on the bed. I look forward to standing behind you, my hand resting lightly on your throat, and telling you, in calm, matter-of-fact tones, what I intend to do with you today–and hearing your soft and respectful “yes, Sir” in reply.

And there is a world of things unexplored, Kitten. I’ve barely spanked you–much more will follow. I’ve hardly bound you, only your wrists and ankles, only lying on the bed or kneeling, as today, in front of me with your wrists bound. I’ve yet to leave you lying bound and naked beside me while I work or read or drink my coffee and appreciate the curves of your helpless body.

Helpless. That’s a word I use often, and it’s what I want: I want you helpless. I want you to wonder what will happen next, wonder what I’ll demand of you, do to you, make you do for me–and know that there’s really nothing you can do about it, because you’re my submissive and obedient girl.

I have a quiet daydream, one I’ve shared with you already but I’ll say it again. I imagine sitting in my living room, entertaining guests–another couple, perhaps, or two or three men–and you kneeling, naked or barely clothed, on the carpet beside my chair, your wrists bound together in front of you, your bound ankles tucked under you. Your dark beautiful hair is streaming down around your shoulders and over your breasts, and I reach down from time to time and run my fingers through it, sometimes move it aside so I can see your face or your breasts more clearly. I run my hand along your neck, and you press your cheek against it, your eyes closed. And all the while I talk to my guests about other things. The men can’t take their eyes off of you, but they try to pretend not to notice: I can see the envy in their eyes. They can only imagine what will happen when they leave, how I’ll carry you to the bedroom and gently but firmly demand from you such acts of sexual attention and devotion.

And they can’t imagine, they can’t possibly imagine, the effect her submission has on me when my kitten gives me everything I want, beautifully and eagerly and wantonly and willingly.

Dear Kitten,

Our moments have pleased me greatly, and I want more–many more. In fact, I insist.

But right now, Kitten, what I want is to hold you so that you can’t move. I want to lay you down on your back and hold your wrists together in front of you in one hand, tightly, pressing you down into the bed, while I look at you and stroke your hair. I want to sit with you leaning back against me, my arms wrapped too tightly around you.

I want you trapped, pinned, restrained, held. Not tied–we’ll do that again, but not right now. Right now, I want to be a brute. I want to overpower you, overwhelm you, overcome your little muscles with my big ones and imprison you.

And I want to command you. I want to tell you what to do, just for the sake of watching you obey. I want to put my hand on your throat and gently turn your head, tell you to look at me, tell you to open your mouth and suck my finger.

This moment–all the time, really–I want you helplessly obedient.

Sir

Kitten,

It’s been a busy day and we’ve been apart–and will be late into the evening. And I’ve missed you, Kitten.

Days like this, when you’re endlessly in my thoughts but not at all in my presence, I fill with any number of small fantasies–fantasies that change throughout the day. Earlier, it was as I described below: you naked, kneeling, waiting obediently for me to tilt your head back and tell you to take me in your mouth.

But now a different fantasy occupies my mind, little one. You’re not kneeling, but sitting on a big comfortable cushion on the floor near my chair. Your legs are tucked beneath you. You’re dressed, comfortable and warm, but in something that shows me the shape of this body I love so much.

Your wrists are tied together, firmly but comfortably, in front of you, and rest on your lap. Your ankles are tied together also–again, firmly but comfortably.

And you sit, quietly, while I work. Almost without thinking, my hand drops down to your shoulder, brushes the hair from the back of your neck and caresses you. I pause, look at you, appreciating my Kitten waiting so patiently for me. My fingers stroke your cheek, follow the line of your jaw. I consider stopping my work and taking you to bed now, but I have to finish this, another little while yet. So I stroke your hair with my hand, smile, and turn back to my work. And you lean toward me, rest your head against my knee, and watch me, knowing that soon I’ll lift you up, and carry you to bed, and have my way with you, as I always do.

MY Kitten.

Sir

Kitten, all I can see today is you kneeling naked before me, sitting on your feet, your wrists crossed in front of you and resting on your legs, your eyes cast down. Quiet, obedient, submissive. Waiting for me to tell you what to do.

I have acquired a new and valuable possession. Soon, I’m going to take time to examine it, appreciate it, and learn some of its intricacies.

Kitten, what this means for you is that you’re going to spend a lot of time lying naked in bed, on your back with your hands tied behind you, while I explore you with my hands and my mouth.

Of course, that isn’t all we’ll do. I’m going to come deep inside you, too.

Come to me, Kitten.

Speechless, Kitten? Then just purr for me. You purr beautifully, my Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

You please me. You please me greatly.

MY Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

When we’re alone, usually I’m going to bind your wrists together. Even if we have only a few minutes; even if we’re just talking.

Love,
Sir

Kitten, we talked recently and I told you what I was going to do with you. Do you remember? It came to me as naturally as breathing, the things I wanted to do with you and to you. The things I’m going to do with you and to you. Not all at once–I want too much for that. But all of it, eventually.

And you should know, Kitten, that it really is all out of your hands now. All of it. You don’t have to think about it, or wonder, or decide. You just have to wait until I call you to me.

I’m going to take your body and do everything I want with it. I’m going to call you, and you’ll come to me.

And I’m going to possess you, consume you, use you.

Again and again.

Come in your mouth, your pussy, your ass.

Come on your face and on your breasts.

Your back.

I’m going to pull your head back while I fuck you from behind.

I’m going to tie you down and take you every way.

I’m going to tie you up and leave you lying one the bed while I sit beside you and read.

I’m going to make you suck my cock while I talk on the phone.

I’m going to make you kneel–over and over, again and again, I’m going to make you kneel.

And look at me as I come in your mouth.

Sometimes I’ll say “Kitten, open your mouth.”

And then I’ll come with my cock barely in it, filling your mouth as I watch.

And I’m going to come with my cock deep in your pussy, holding you down with my body, one arm behind you and two fingers in your ass.

I’m going to spank you. I’m going to choke you with my cock.

I’m going to make you beg me to fuck your ass.

I’m going to make you tell me that you want me to come on your face.

I’m going to pinch your nipples, hard.

I’m going to lightly slap your face. I’m going to firmly take your chin and tilt your head this way and that.

I’m going to roughly throw you down on the bed and tell you to be still while I slowly unfasten my belt and unzip my pants, and you wonder what I’m going to do with my cock, whether it will go into your ass or your pussy, or whether I’ll grab your arm and flip you over and make you lie with your head hanging off the bed while I fuck your throat.

———————-

I’m going to dominate and possess you. You’ll always have to wonder if I’m going to come and claim you again. And I will.

And I’ll demand every imaginable sexual pleasure from you.

As if it were my right to simply tell you to do it.

And you will.

And you’ll be my submissive Kitten.

Sir

Kitten,

Yes, I’m going to call you to me, and soon.

But the holidays are upon us. And the things I want to do to you, the intensity of it, the way it will change us both…. I realize now that this can’t happen until the new year. As hard as it is for me to resist, it’s become obvious to me that we need the time and the space to focus on it.

After the new year, very soon after the new year, I’m going to call you to me. And then I’m going to take you, and break you, and claim you.

Now, breathe a little more easily. For a little while longer, we’ll have only words. But we’ll have a great many words, my dear kitten.

Over the next few weeks, I’ll describe all the kinds of things I want to do with you. I’ll describe the firmness of my hand as it grasps your arm and pulls you roughly to me. I’ll describe the hard pressure of my tongue on your nipples. I’ll describe the head of my cock spreading your labia and opening you more than you’ve been opened before. I’ll describe how you’ll lie on your back with my hand on your throat holding you down, firmly but not too roughly, as I slowly thrust my cock into your ass. And I’ll describe you kneeling on a padded bench, your ankles and wrists bound to it, while I stand in front of you and thrust my cock slowly in and out of your throat–a leather strap in my hand ready to lightly (but not too lightly) slap your bottom if you don’t make a real effort to swallow my cock. I’ll tell you about those things. And you know, my good little girl, that I never write fiction.

Love,
Sir

Kitten, I want you to hear my voice, and so I’ve brought back all the words.

When we’re together I’ll speak calmly, clearly, firmly–often with a gentle tone, rarely a stern one (and then only when you aren’t trying hard enough). All the questions I ask you will have the same answer. (You know the answer, kitten, the two words I always want to hear from you.)

Yes, I want you to hear my voice. And soon you will, my good little girl, when I call you to me.

Kitten,

I’m still here, always here.

And you’re still both necessary and inevitable. That’s what makes it possible to wait.

So we’ll wait, for a little while at least. And when that becomes unbearable–and it will–then we’ll stop waiting. Then I’ll stop waiting, and I’ll have you.

Completely. Utterly. Relentlessly. Lovingly. Fiercely.

Love,
Sir

(Kitten, I have thought of you all day, found myself pacing as I remembered our last time together. I feel aggressive today, demanding, and it is only the need to protect you that has kept me in check–and that, barely. This is a good day for you to be strong, and I am proud of you. — Love, Sir.)

Kitten,

My good, obedient little girl, I’m taking my hand off of you–but keeping it near, and still watching you. You’re still my kitten. You’re still under my protection. I still possess you. But I’ll be in the background of your life for a little while–a comforting certainty, an oasis, and an inevitable future. But not a constant daily presence.

Turn away from me now, for a time.

All our words are still here, but I’ve hidden them until you’re ready to have them again.

You may reach out to me at any time, in any way, and I’ll be here. Because you are, and always will be, mine. And you please me greatly, little one.

Love,
Sir

Natural, “like a key in a lock,” you said, and that was a particularly apt analogy, kitten. Yes, it is very natural, the way we fit together. I want to dominate and command you, defend and protect you, ravish and use you. And you, kitten, want to be told what to do, want to be put in difficult situations for my pleasure, want to be made uncomfortable for my pleasure, pushed beyond your limits for my pleasure: everything, it seems, for my pleasure.

And that makes you perfect for me, and pleases me greatly.

Soon, little girl, I’m going to undress you and again lay you down in my bed. I’m going to tie your wrists together behind your back, and then lie back in bed while you kneel beside me and take my cock in your mouth. I’ll hold my cock for you, and tangle my fingers in your hair to pull you down as I thrust into your throat. It will be hard for you, kitten, but I’ll make sure you don’t choke too much.

Then, after you’ve worked so hard at that, and taken me so many times into your mouth and throat, I’ll kneel behind you. You’ll rest your shoulders on the bed, turn your head so your cheek is pressed against the sheets. And I’ll take you from behind, kitten, slowly driving my big hard cock into your pussy. I’ll hold your hips, my fingers digging into you, and pull you back, hard, against me with each deep hard thrust.

Finally, dear little one, after I come deep in you, I’ll untie your wrists and let you lie down and rest your head on my stomach for awhile, as you slowly lick and suck my cock and I run my hands over you. And I’ll tell you what a good girl you are, and how pleased I am with you. And it will all be true.