Master's Touch

In that He has within His grasp
The life of one less strong
To shape and mold to His desires
No step should He make wrong

To teach and train within this life
To push and surpass limits
Ever keeping first in mind
What B/both have vested in it

The slave gives over All control
Slave life in Master’s hands
What deeper trust or love is found
Elsewhere in any land

And Master gives His expertise
His training skills and care
He nurtures always thinking first
To free the one lain there

He runs His hands in wondrous awe
Across exposed soft skin
His eyes ablaze with passions spark
As B/both feel it begin

In silent movements watching still
He takes His homemade whip
He slips its tongues from head to toe
To slave’s mouth for a kiss

“Open slut” is His command
And dips the tips inside
Slave knows the taste inside and out
Slave wears its mark with pride

The Master’s taught His slave to love
The bite of Master’s toy
With baited breath slave waits the lash
T/they share this mutual joy

A sudden whoosh sound fills the air
A second ‘fore the touch
A practice swing for Him to see
Slave tolerates how much

Again He brings its tendrils down
Upon slave’s naked flesh
Each lash a stifled whimper brings
Can slave heart pass the test

10 lashes… 20… 30 now
A rosy hue ensues
Though silent tears slide from slave eyes
No mercy will He use

When done He puts the whip aside
He moves His body near
His hands smooth naked flesh with care
He murmurs ‘Now come here’

She sidles close as possible
In her restricted state
His touch a balm to tingling skin
His voice it’s calming mate

His fingers slowly open wide
The petals of His flower
They slip inside and graze His clit
He revels in His power

An in drawn breath the first of signs
That His touch still controls
An arching back and rising hips
A further proof extols

A wicked smile plays on His lips
As further probing brings
A wiggle and the softest moan
At His meanderings

He moves His body twixt slave thighs
His face He presses close
Snakes out His tongue to taste His flower
Sends slave’ body a jolt

His clit is lathed in Master’s juice
From Master’s previous touch
He parts His lips and tastes the dew
That Master loves so much

An in drawn breath again is heard
As Master takes His treasure
He nibbles, licks and probes His cunt
Each touch increasing pleasure

Slave body writhes sensations reign
Master explores His cunt
Control complete in His deft hands
His mouth pleasures His slut

Slave body arches Master feels
Slave nearing her release
He holds her on the edge a while
Continuing to tease

Then all at once slave hears His voice
Whisper ‘Now girl may cum’
Slave feels the spasms deep begin
His words give momentum

Hips jerk and roll with each new wave
As Master’s tongue entwines
Nerve endings strain as release comes
His tongue laps up His wine

Now slipping up His captured slut
He lies His body prone
Upon His slave with parted thighs
He drives His cock hard home

He makes her take His rock hard cock
His length all at one time
He whispers closely to slave’ ear
‘Now Master takes what’s Mine’

He probes His pussy deft and sure
He takes what’s His with flair
Touching deep His sacred spot
Filling His slut with care

He plunges in and out so deep
Increasing depth and pace
He takes the gag from His slut’s mouth
Begins to kiss slut’s face

He makes her beg to clean the juice
From Master’s flower fair
While reaching up between T/them both
Pinching His nipples there

Slave moans against His face and lips
With pleasure mixed with pain
Sensations coursing through His slave
As close slut comes again

So close that she begins to beg
Earnestly for release
But Master plunges harder still
“No slut’ - ignores her pleas

She holds on hard to her release
Awaiting His desire
Amazed that feeling what she does
Master can take her higher

He changes pace and all at once
Master nears release too
‘Cum slut with Master’ issues forth
And B/both as O/one renew

Spasms begin and Master’s cum
Washes His pussy walls
T/they share passion’s momentous peak
Then B/both together falls

Spent languishing in after glow
Master removes her ties
Then tenderly lain in His arms
Gazes into slut eyes

He asks His slut ‘Who owns you girl’
Awaiting her reply
With softened eyes and tender smile
‘Master does’ girl complies

‘Forever always this girl is
Whate’er Master desires
Mind, heart, body and soul are His
To use as He requires’

To end this tryst complete this poem
Slave wishes now to say
To Master slave will give her all
Forever and always

Your most loving and devoted slave, ~*toy*~!!!!!!!