I woke up this morning with a stunning realization, Sir. I want You. My skin aches to be caressed as You hold me on Your lap. My nipples crinkle at the thought of Your mouth and teeth upon them. My cunt tingles and spasms at the visualization of Your fingers plucking my labia and clitoris, or Your palm cupping my mons. I cannot start my day or end it without doing as You have instructed, and the only person on my mind as I pleasure myself is You. I cannot complete daily tasks without imagining You taking advantage of me as I bend over to change a load of laundry, or load the dishwasher… In fact, I had the most wonderful fantasy during my bath, where I could not help but admit to myself, as the water flowing from the faucet lapped at my pussy, that I want to feel Your collar encircle my neck, and hear the quiet yet deafening click of the lock sliding into place, binding me to You for as long as You will have me.

In my mind, I was in the kitchen, cooking an evening meal for us both. As You had instructed, I was cleaning as I went along, so there was plenty of open counterspace, and no mess to spoil Your mood. You had been watching me dance around to the little tune in my head, naked and barefoot, and Your cock was hard against the crease of my ass when You suddenly came up and pressed against me. My tummy was pressed almost painfully into the counter, Sir, but I loved it because I could tell that somehow, I had pleased You, and pleasing You always pleases me. Reaching down between us, You quickly thrust four fingers into my already dripping hole, making me gasp and moan aloud. Your other hand came up to cover my mouth, and I kissed it quickly before the pressure You applied prevented me from showing my affection. Leaning down, You whisper in my ear, “Ut-uh, little one… You may not orgasm until we are upstairs, and I have said it is ok.”

I nodded my understanding and submission to Your edict, my body already trembling with barely suppressed desire, and the need to cum raging like a wildfire through my limbs. Your fingers slipped up a bit, covering my nose and cutting of my air completely, and You instructed me to hold my breath for You as You shift me around, positioning me to straddle Your hips so that Your cock slid inside me. I pressed my face to Your neck, holding my breath to the point of pain, and just as I was about to gasp in air, You relieved me of the responsibility, covering my mouth once more. I groaned softly as You began to walk, causing Your hardness to shift inside me. I was beginning to see stars now, Sir, but I trusted You not to seriously hurt me, and so I did not struggle.

I became rather dizzy with desire and lack of oxygen as You carried me up the stairs, Sir; Your cock thrust into me with every step, and pulled back slightly, then thrust into me again, somehow hitting my g-spot every time. By the time we got upstairs, I was almost ready to pass out, and I whimpered softly behind Your hand as my entire body shuddered uncontrollably. You kicked open the door to our room, and lifted me off Your cock, and I felt such a sadness, and a worry that I had not pleased. But then… Then You whispered in my ear once more, “You may orgasm at will, pet,” and I opened my eyes and nodded. Without ceremony, You flipped me onto my hands and knees, and thrust deep inside me, setting a pace that was hard and fast, and left no room for breath, even though Your hand left my face and dropped to my hip. The combination of Your fingers gripping so hard into my flesh, Sir, and the feeling of Your cock plowing into me, rubbing every part of me… I didn’t even have a chance to draw in a breath before holding it on my own as my cunt’s spasmodic and trembling release milked Your cock. I felt, rather than heard, You grunt my name, and Your cock released its seed inside me, way up by my cervix… I passed out just as You lowered me to my tummy, and rolled us onto our sides to cuddle. When I came to, You were asleep, Sir, and so I fell asleep as well, curled in the safety of Your arms and Your collar…

I wish that I could run to You right now, Sir, but it just wasn't meant to be. :( I do sincerely hope that we will have this opportunity sometime soon, Sir, and that it will be a permanent arrangement, because I love You very much…

All my love,
Katie

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The person that I wrote this for knows who he is. :)

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