Honor Master

I feel him before I see him
I can smell him before he comes to me.
The excitement embodies my soul.

Hearing the sounds of leather being cracked
Brings tears to my eyes.
The shackles on my wrist and ankles I desire.

The velvet hood over my face leaves me in darkness
I crave the darkness it releases my soul
The hearing of the cracking whip against the stone wall.

Will cause me to shiver from anticipation's yet to be felt
His powerful hands will bring that whip of cat o nine life's
Over and over my flesh.

I shall bow my head in respect never meeting his eyes
I am wearing his favorites leather and chains to have tension placed upon my body for his pleasure.

It's all about his pleasures his needs his wants once they are met
Mine will come as I am praised for the behavior
He has ingrained into my soul.

Behavior to honor my master, he owns me for all to see.
Kneeling down ... Head down ... Eyes averted ...
I'm ready master give me my paces hands cuffed behind me.

I serve the master that controls my body
With gratitude allow me to lay prone so you can walk without
getting your feet wet from the muddy running water.

Master I am in my place, speak so I can listen.

Crack.... Crack..... Crack..... Whipping leather making stripes
......Crack......Crack.....Crack....Gloriously stinging blood dripping..
Leather caressing my ass I know I sense.. I tense... Crack.......