Sweet Sable Toy. 2

            2. The Offering of All


Experience is my need,
She whispered,
And her face turned into my palm.
Experience of a Master,
To guide me,
Mould me,
Steer me, safe from harm.

Her breath flows softly,
Melting sighs,
Her full lips rich in promised sin,
Knowledge of what
And of how,
Tell me
Where my Need’s journey must begin.

Full red caress promised,
Darkness dressed in red,
Kneeling, bowed in offering
Self’s own acceptance
Bound in willpower
Her will, surrendering.

I need a knowing Master
A Lord,
A Man to freely make me obey,
An overseer,
On learning
Perhaps to punish should this new submissive stray.

Moist sheen, glistening
Bejewelling naked flesh
Gemless, so freshly alluring,
Inspiring hunger
Made keen by age’s distance
The core of that which I did bring.

Dry touch, claiming
Satin black
Perfection so displayed,
Beauty rare,
Beauty willing, by contract,
Contracted Beauty suddenly enslaved.

How much pain must be suffered,
Asked,pensive
Asked in heated eager fear,
Fear a shade of hunger
Hunger striving
Secrets shared and now admitted clear.

By your Need, my voice instructs her,
Governed by Your word,
Choose it, and set it safe in recall,
A word the key,
The release,
To summon, on mercy’s kiss to call.

Is that not your place,
Your right,
The moments all yours to choose,
I replied of limitations,
In desire,
Marked a line ‘twixt enslavement and abuse.

She asked what name to call me,
Sought titles
Grand terms by which I might extol,
Skills owned,
Knowledge flaunted,
I explained that would be her learning’s goal.

On knees she was made ready,
Eager form,
All framed in lace edged sin,
I savoured,
This discovery
And powered by one word,s silence
      Did our sweet ecstasy begin.