Waiting

I wait ...
In darkness for I am blindfolded, I wait.
I wait ...
In absolute silence for earplugs are firmly in place, I wait.
I wait ...
Lying absolutely still for I am tight bound, I wait.

I wait ...
For that touch
The touch of my Dom, my Master.
My skin ablaze with expectation.

I wait ...
For the crack of the cane
Or the thud of the flogger
Or the clap of His hand on my arse.

I wait ...
For the scrape of His nails
Or the soft touch of His lips
Or even the bite of His teeth.

I wait ...
With anticipation mounting
With every second that passes
Ticking off the clock in my mind's eye.

I wait ...
As I feel the air around me move
Telling me he is close
Almost ready to take me into space.

I wait ...
As I smell the burning of a candle
As my mind races trying to work out what comes next
As my body trembles with desire.

And then ...
A drip on my breast, the nipple.
It burns! Although it is only lube
My imagination turns it to hot wax.

The waiting is over.
I start to soar as high as an eagle on the thermals
As He takes me where only He can.