The Writings of James - II

With the sun already settled in the west, darkness reigns
From the days work, her body tired and strained
The soft glow of candlelight upon the walls dancing
Flickers of her Masters image appear in fancy

Into the mirror she glances to see
A slightly drowsy but soft reflection…is that me?
The ribbons of her satin robe unfurl
Dropping at her feet in her almost silent world

Stepping into the pleasant warm water with one foot
Watching the pouring torrent bubble with a look
Watching the bubbles in small eruptions burst
Knowing of water it is not she thirsts

Giving in to the invitation of the bath
she lowers her body into its warmth at last
Immersed within it, her body feels the heat rise
Every pour opening…every fiber alive

Glancing downward breast floating within the water arrange
Nipples harden into tiny cones with the temperature change
Like tiny pink icebergs the tips emerge
Splashing water upon them, they swell and surge

Closing eyes envisioning her Master’s frame
Fingers explore the nipples such sweet refrain
Contentedly reminiscing her Owner’s prior use
Sweetly smiling knowing she is His refuse

Remembering within His strong arms she did lay
As His hands over her body did stray
Alone now in the warmth of her bath she relaxes and sows
The memories of the encounter causing a soft throb below

Thighs part as water through them rush
The throb again as though it was His touch
How did He get within my soul?
How can He make me feel of what’s yet untold

she breathes deeply and savors the flash of lust
Knowing within His hands she puts her trust
Precious memories of His voice helping her see
Who she is…why she is…finally knowing who’s she’s to be

Remembering His soft guiding and pervasive words
As if He were there within her allure
It is her hands that stray below to fondle the vaginal lips
A soft rising and falling of her hips

Squeezing upon them as if calling them to play
Yet visions of Master, its His hand having their way
The wet throbbing between her legs
Nipples arise like hardened pegs

Since His calling the juices now more viscous and sweet
The scent permeating up to her nostrils meet
Hips moving in helpless response of Maser’s image in her mind
Fingers busy at her hidden ridge in like kind

Playful fingers toying at the idea of traveling deep
Closer to the miserable throbbing her pussy reaps
Sliding lip against lip in a luscious dance
Pussy alive in wanton agony for His lance

Fingers slide deep inside the hot sheath
Body convulsing…needing its sweet relief
Trembling now in anticipation of her imminent release
Remembering His words…may i cum please?

Fingers upon the budding clit massage quicker
Rotating wildly over it within the flicker
Fingers stirring deeply within her rousing tunnel
Vision narrows to a tiny funnel

Body now aching for release, changes positions to her knees
Setting her fire from the water free
Leaning back against the bathtub wall
To support her weakness so she does not fall

Spreading her legs wide allowing fingers to deeply go inside
Remembering His words of with Him to reside
she writhes in the ecstasy of her release
Body trembling….sweaty…yet now at peace

Losing balance her hands leave her sex
Raising the to the wall, her body vexed
her sweat covered cheek and open mouth crushed
Against the wall feeling the final rush

Letting a sweet muffled moan escape from her lips
Body shuddering in complete eruption and bliss
That final aftershock within her rippling
Buds now relaxing from their stiffening

Bringing her hand once again to her inner thigh
A second moan escapes into a long peaceful sigh
Fingers feeling the lightly dripping cum
Imagining herself and Him as O/one

Gently running the finger back up her sweetly wet pussy swollen
Wondering how did he know…for of this He had fortolden
Higher still along her stomach and the cleavage of her breast
Stopping for a moment to rest

Slipping clumsily back into water now lukewarm
Thoughts of Master within her mind swarm
His…only His…for i have no essence
i live for Him….to be within His presence

Where but within Him can my devotion be
For only by being His property, can i be set free
my submission of total self for Him alone
an utter willingness to of Him be owned

Knowing that even though i am not mine
Master will respect me and let me through Him shine
Letting me grow within His steadfast care
Of my every need, He is already aware

A soft smile plays upon her contented face
Knowing what she has just done, He will again trace
Deep breath and a body so relaxed yet alive
Her innermost thoughts of Him and Him alone to upon rely