Your Commanding Presence, Oh Yes Master, this I seek,
To hear Your voice, relax, You make me complete.
The wonder of your smell, Your taste, Your touch on me,
Makes Your slave so happy, that all can see.
I absorb every breath, every word You say,
I ache to Please You Totally, in every way.
The lash of Your belt, the Power of Pleasure and Pain,
The Love, Devotion,Control, Oh Yes Master, so much do I gain.
My whimpers and cries all hushed with Your Voice,
"Shut up Bitch," my soul has no real choice.
I pray with each lash, "Don't Stop Master, PLEASE Don't Stop,"
disappointment I conceal when You let the belt Drop.
The bruises, the marks, such an honor to receive,
They are Rewards from my Master, Good Slave Badge, I believe.
Then to ride You and hold You Deep inside,
to tighten my pussy, let Your Dick feel the sides.
The priveledge of being allowed this Pleasure from You,
Your Order "Cum Bitch" ,my Pussy obeys too.
Your dick is so thick, the Cum is so sweet,
I hunger to taste You,May I please eat.
To bite me OH MASTER, Yes there! oh Please, there,
You put me in subspace, of time I am not aware.
Complete in Your Ownership, Your Power, Your Control of me,
I worship You Master, may I sit at Your feet, Just Be.
I'll wait for Your desire to slap my face red,
This honor is a wonder, I must be in heaven, am I dead.?
Your spit on my face, and in my mouth, my Tongue Quivers so.
To drink any part of You, replenishes my soul.
To Serve You my Master, I can not begin to touch on how I feel.
So I'll lay at Your feet, Obey Your Wishes, and let my heart Reel.
August 2005
slave chyral