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Thoughts Of You



I enter the gloom of the room, where you sit waiting,

an etched frown highlighting the puzzled look on your face.

I press a switch and the room is lit, so that I can see your eyes,

wide open with evident surprise.

And for a moment, just a moment it passes through my mind,

that maybe, I’m not your king.

Yet, you stand, as I hold open my arms; and walk toward me,

with a quiet, ‘meep?’ And I draw you close; and closer still,

till the sweet scent of you assails my nose.

And a hug becomes an embrace, as I hold you, breasts pressed

tight against my hirsute chest: and, I rub at your neck, enjoying

the feel of your flesh on mine.

And you look up at my eyes, whilst I caress your back, my fingers

toying awhile at the crack of your cheeks. Then, with heart beating

fast, in a second that I want to last, I find my lips against yours.

Your lips soft, breath sweet, my fingers search for and find your

right teat, which brings forth a sigh of pleasure as your eyes flicker

and close, a second, or so.

And I smile, my free hand behind my back, as I hold my gift,

for you. Then our lips part – and you give a start, as with interest

you see, what I have brought with me.

Showing you the collar of two-inch brown leather and studs, you

show no fright, as I cinch it tight round your throat. And I draw

you by a loose leash, across the room to the sofa, where I choose

to sit, the leash held lightly in hand.

And, for just a moment you stand before me, a quizzical look

on your face.

Then I smile; and stepping toward me, you know that I want you.

So you sit, at first on my knee and sigh, just a little, as I grasp the

collar, pulling you toward me.

And, curling in my lap, you draw your knees to your breasts, curling into a ball, as I caress your hair; my fingertips spanning your throat.

With questioning eyes you look up at me, as I tighten my hold: and for a second, just a second, there is that doubt, as to whether the next breathe of air is your last.

Yet, that isn’t the perpose of the act, which I need you to know: it is merely to show that I am the Master, whilst you, are the slave.

COMMENTS

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DeathChild300
16:00 Apr 15 2008

What the hell? it was very sensous at first then it got kinky....

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RainingLove
18:08 May 06 2010

very much so, Sir - you are the Master she is the slave

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POST COMMENT

As the flame, in his brain, flickered, seeking Life, he retired to bed, a contented smile on his face. And yes, he had dwelt, as so often he did. But, quite surreal as it was, the thoughts that were had of her and the things she had said and done did nothing to tarnish the smile fixed in place. As part of her reason for cheating and screwing her way to the job that she had, was the fact that he’d no ambition and would never amount to anything: she’d said. And closing his eyes, he recalls pleasant conversation on the net with a girl from dutchland, who he’d told of his Life; writing and drawing and walking and voluntary work and seeking permanent employ. And though she may have been right, the girl that he thinks of morning to night, missed the point, just totally missed the point, he thinks as he drifts off to sleep, a smile etched on his face.

And, that’s the way it is.

I know.

It wasn’t possible; to change a moment of now, back then.

things would have different.

But, they’re not.

So, I accept the Now, whatever the Now is.

And, that’s it. Isn’t it?

Accept the Now. It’s all there is ..really.



And, that’s okay ~ it is as it is.