Under his hand I grow
I learn many more things I’ve come to know
Under his hand I suffer
The pain is beautiful I would never trade it for another
The leather lashing at my thighs
The look of control in his eyes
The sound of my voice as I cry out
The quiver of my skin as I wait it out
Under his hand I feel needed
The feeling of satisfaction when I’ve succeeded
When I please him, my Dom, my Master
Wishing time would slow down not go faster
Under his hand I am free
No one can submit this way but me
He gives me freedom and I give him power
The quickening of my breath under his glower
Under his hand I learn my place
Reveling in the pleased look on his face
Under his hand I become me
I become the me only he can see
