somehow,
someway.
Perhaps it was my fault,
not seeing the signs,
or not listening closely enough.
Perhaps I should have felt more about you
inside.
When I have touched you,
and held you,
and been inside you,
absorbing the love from your body
and soul.
When I was inside you,
as you accepted me.
Perhaps I should have known.
Now I do,
my jewel,
my own darling girl.
My most secret desire.
Now I know,
and I will be giving you all that you seem
to need.
Now,
when I know of your need.
What I’ll give you over and over again,
as you receive and cherish what your
Master offers.
Taking you over my knees,
while your naked body is sweating
on my lap,
making me harder and harder.
Slapping the rounded mounds
I have loved so much,
and now enjoying the discipline
that my hand,
and my whip,
and my cane
will give to your delicious flesh.
Enjoying the cries of pain
and affirmation
of your need.
Before I caress the rosiness,
then enter you,
filling your luscious rear with the hardness
you adore.
Yes,
entering you with love,
but with firmness.
My firmness filling you
inside,
the way I have filled you so many times now,
my secret lust.
Wrapping the lengths of rope
around your wrists
as you kneel before me.
Needing the firmness
and the power I share
so you may be the best
submissive girl you can be.
Then hiding your vision
so you take me with trust,
and joy,
into your welcoming mouth.
Tasting and loving
me as I accept your gift of submission,
and you accept me, and my fruits
of passion.
Accepting the binding
to the bedstead.
To be there for me to use,
as you want and pray
to be used.
Begging for Master to take you,
and I will.
I will take what is now mine,
What I have taken for my own.
Spreading your curvaceous legs widely
apart,
displaying your moist and fragrant gifts
for my aggressive, boisterous thrust.
Cry out again,
begging Master
for more.
More,
please, oh please, dear Master,
more.
And I want to take you
evermore.
Evermore mine,
from now and forever,
my own.
My own secret joy.
