Blindfolded

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