Palms lay exposed against supple thighs.
Rest on your heels, cast down those eyes.
Memorize this pose, present yourself so.
If energy were visible, you would positively glow.
Take a deep breath, await his command.
Anticipate where he might place his hand.
Will his touch be soft, a caress of your skin...
Or tangled fingers in hair as he pulls you to him?
Darkness envelops as silk knots press.
Quickens the rise and fall of your chest.
Wrists gathered together, the buckles speak clicks.
Eagerness builds heat, the creation of slicks.
Words whispered softly, " Do you like this my pet?"
"Yes sir." You reply through lips, soft and wet.
As you're coaxed into standing, shuffling feet.
Push forward and bend, ******* rest against sheet.
Legs are spread wider with the nudge of his knee.
"I like you this way, Princess, spread open for me."
Steel against ankles to hold you exposed.
Repeat clicking of buckles, now you can let go.
Bound up completely, yet free as a bird.
You lay perfectly still, awaiting his word.
"Beautiful," he says. And you blush from within.
There's nothing you wouldn't do to be taken by him.