Tell me how you will Train me

Tell me of the ways you'll guide me,
In serving you, step by step so keenly.
Start with my hands, teach them the art,
Of finding your bulge, when we're not apart.
Rubbing gently over the fabric so soft,
Feeling every contour, capturing your loft.
Guide me to slip my hand in your waistband deep,
To grasp my prize, in anticipation's keep.

Train my eyes to look to you alone,
In reverence and awe, as your pleasure is shown.
Teach me to savor each moan and command,
Hanging on your words, like a prophet's demand.
Train my lungs to long for your air spent,
When you're hunched over, with passion's intent.
They yearn to be pushed, to their very brink,
To ease the stress of your day, in my mouth they drink.

Will you coach me in the ways you desire,
How and when you like your pleasure's sire?
To wait patiently under the kitchen table's shade,
As you sit after work, muscles still tensely played.
Teach me to keep your essence warm and secure,
As I nurse gently, as you share your day's lure.
With hunger so fierce, my drool will flow,
Making the welcome home, that much more to show.

Tell me of the wonders, when I take your whole,
What it's like to explore the depths of my soul.
To touch the bulge of your own, through my gentle skin,
As you pump and thrust, the pleasure deep within.
Do you feel your power, your control over me?
As you plunge deeper, making my hormones flee.
My only conscious thought, to please you true,
Craving you even more, with each act I pursue.

With every rough twitch and urgent thrust,
The oxygen escapes, as I'm filled with lust.
You grind and shudder, closing off my air,
In this moment, I'm lost, beyond all care.
I drift away from myself, closer to you,
A world of pure rapture, as your desires come through.
In worship and reverence, I find my place,
By offering you solace, as you release your grace.

Please continue the training, guide me along,
Teach me how you like it, the pleasure so strong.
Show me the ways to arouse and entice,
To kiss and to lick, to make your passion rise.
What makes you feel revered, what makes you feel served?
Train me to crave your scent, your taste, your word.
To lick the remnants, and ask for more,
Your methods and routines, I long to explore.

So tell me, my love, how you'll train me true,
Guide me to be yours, in everything I do.
For I am your willing student, hungry to learn,
In the art of pleasure, my devotion I earn.
Tell me more about how you'll train me,
To be the source of your pleasure endlessly.