Friday, May 30, 2014


She enters the room blindfolded
Her arms bound behind her
She trembles with anticipation
Does she know any of those who watch?
The scene she imagines will be unfolded
As she listens for breathing or any stir
Now her Master takes his station
One of control and administration
She holds her breath in and waits
Unable to see or only feel what is next
She hears soft whispers and hesitates
To move or twitch or even vex
But her Master she trusts above all
And when she feels his light touch
As he massages her clit then finger in
She lets her body go and begins to fall
Into that private space she shares with him
How could she ask for more or very much
As she cums, lets go, for Master that she trusts

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