Supplicant to a Mistress....

you kneel, supplicant before Me and My will
offering up in quiet acquiescence
awaiting My approval, tease or reproach
the fine line between pleasure and pain
becomes ever sweeter with My control, your subservience
with every touch, kiss, or word
smoldering embers are kindled
tormenting desires awakened
you quiver
captured by heat and hunger
bending to My will
your Mistress, your friend
showing you what you most desire
your purpose but to serve and explore through this dominion I find myself and you feel alive
you, the real master of Me,
A Mistress being worthless without willing submission.

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