Shadow Dance

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standing, waiting
in the corner
awaiting Ur look
Ur summons

a wine red poppy
clenched between my teeth
each year it rises
unbidden, uncultivated
from the wild patch
of our garden
a token, a trifle
for Ur amusement

... standing...against
the heavenly hued light
of the stained glass window
quiet, waiting wanting
but knowing m
must remain sstill

m has no I
sssslave is Urs
harking to Ur
...whisper...

come My slave
... shadow dance with Me

.... sssssteping forward,
your eyes locked on m,
standing against the wall....
U pat his tight rounded ass
then press Ur hands against
m's hardness...
U bend closer and smell
m's scent...
so hard for m
to apply that scent....
to smell like a whore
like a slut
like a ssslave

U move back
facing m
eyes downcast...
arms distance from U...
just in case U wish
to grab Ur slave
U smile
Ur wicked
soft southern voice
so sensual, so different
from flat clipped Upper Canadian
...whispers....

Closer slave.... step in..
leave only a heartbeat
from your body to Mine

..... quickly drawn together
breath ragged, on edge,
raw like chalk
on a new blackboard
submit, relax, flow
mmmoving together as one,
separated by thinnest air
knowing one another
learned or instinct?

..... U gaze
into m's eyes...
lush little smile...
Ur breath puurrrrring
warm against m's chest...
.... m draws his shoulders back....
Ur soft scent Victoria Secret's peach hyacinth
...... Ur sharp teeth unbutton ~m~'s shirt
whispering

My slave.

U draw the shirt open
... slave arms open..
feet two feet apart...
dominant position mocking
m's submission
Ur small hand slides
to m's hips...
then .. pocket... and wiggles in...
while ur other hand
grasps the cold nipple clamps...
glides up covered cock
as dragggggggg it from Ur pocket.....
u raise up on tip toes
and mouth m's nipple...
Ur breath hot across erect nipple,
straining just beyond touch,
then cold sharp clamp
first left
then right

Ur soft hair against
m's chin as
m whispers...

U are Master...
m is Ur slave....
All Ways Master...
Always!


Kneel sssssssssssllllaavvvveee

...m kneels...
...honoured ...
to kneel before U

Ur fingernail flicks
from navel to chest hair
captures the chain binding
the nipple clamps together.
slowly like a shadow
U rise up on tip toes..
pullllllllllllllling so slowly and carefully...
Ur lush little bod against m
fluid and moving with grace
m tense,trembling in passion's wake....
Ur cheek brushes mmm's shoulder...
a searing flame of pain
as right clamp pulls off m's nipple
again the burning as
U repeat for the left

secure in Ur possession..
Ur hand slides down
and grasps mmm's ball sac
... small hand...
grasp strong and confident...
focuses m on the edge...
U whisper ...

...ssssssssssslllaavveee..... cum ssssssssslllllaaavvvveeeee...

m aches back and beneath
Ur sharp fingernails
cums to Ur hand
...releasing jism
jerking,shooting,dribbling
down leg inside pants
defiling 501s...
not since adolescent fondling
has m creamed his jeans
basking in Ur attention
secure as U
...wwwwwwwhisper...

good slave... such a good ssssssssssssssssssssssssllllllaaavvve

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