Master's Permission

Blindfolded eyes hear my Master's voice
from across the room,
his dark laugh
knowing
instinctively
of his slave's desires.

Soul mates of pain, we are
seeing in his eyes
the need to deliver the kisses
of leather fire
across my skin,
knowing he holds the addiction
my body craves.

Soft leather prisons
embrace my wrists
as I suddenly feel
my Master's hands
caress my breast,
strong fingers
scraping across my nipple,
and then
the sweet bite of the clamps
on tender flesh,
throbbing, aching
feeding my soul.

His hardness presses
between my legs
as he slithers up the length
of my body.
I am shackled by my submission
yet straining with my desire
for him.

He slides a finger into my wetness.
The joy of feeling any part
of him
inside me
causes me to move my hips
in primeval rhythm,
answering
his touch.

"What are you doing, pet?" He whispers
against my ear,
"I gave no permission for that," He hisses
breaking all body contact
leaving me frantic,
pulling vainly at my bindings,
lost in the vast emptiness
of his absence.

The sweet taste of the fear I crave
fills me
as I feel the hardness
of the crop
raise a stinging welt
across my thigh
once
and yet again
and our souls merge
together
as the power flows back and forth
between us
each of us giving and receiving
what the other needs.

My tears flow freely
but I bite back my whimper
feeling
my Master's hands
gently lift
and cradle me
as He whispers
"Mine.....you are Mine...."