At My Master's Beckon

Kneeling outside his door
cuffed wrists and ankles
bracelets of love.
Head bowed,
soft leather collar
locked into place.
Her heart is caged
by the sound of his voice,
comforting
stern
beckoning her
into his chambers.
She waits for his words
"come in, my pet"
Her love for him
endless
infinite
She knows she is safe
in his care.
She submits her heart
her soul
her life
to him,
her Master
her beloved,
knowing the sting
of the crop
is his measure of love
for her,
knowing her obedience
shows her undying love
for him.