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The Game: Him


Awaiting my touch
Steel bracelets and blindfold
Her only garment
I see her shiver
When I am near
But with lust or fear
I know not

How long
Must she wait
Kneeling in silence
Waiting for master
the lightest brush
of leather cross her shoulders
Makes her toes curl

I am in control
Of her if not myself
She controls me
With quiet contemplation
She tempts me
She rules me
Servant only by choice

I must restrain
Bite back my desire
The greater my will
The stronger her release
The louder her screams
Of pleasure and pain

The sooner
I get to be master again.

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