A Gift of submission

.. i look up and glance around, eager to dance, to run free ..
i rise gracefully, smoothing out the beautiful white silks
She gave to me to wear .. smiling softly to Her ..
dancing on the balls of my feet .. aching to go
feeling a burning begin inside me, i push it aside

moving to the center of the room .. brushing back the soft reddish blonde hair
bright hazel eyes glancing at Her .. one feels the burning inside again
and yet again, i push it aside .. one loves to dance for Her ..
yes, that's it .. the cause of the burning inside
because i know that i am free .. free in my own spirit

one stands still as the music begins, closing my eyes i feel it enter my body
shivering slightly, letting it take over one's body .. i begin to sway
small hands moving upwards .. into one's hair,
sliding through the silky soft tresses, letting it fall down one's back
i shiver .. as the burning begins to enter one's soul

hardened nipples press against the silks .. one's hands move to caress them
moving lightly across the nipples .. moaning softly, wishing for Her hands
eyes open wide, questioning .. turning my head and looking at Her
wondering why one feels this way .. i am free .. yes?
smiling softly .. one shakes her hair back and dances away

taking a silk tie, one swirls it above her head
running about and watching it flying through the air
laughing almost child-like in her wild abandonment
then suddenly .. one stops .. gasping for breath and dropping to one's knees
shuddering when the burning inside takes over .. a burning desire .. a need

one feels a pull, delicate fingers reach to one's neck .. feeling the steel collar
glancing over at One .. there is no leash, no chain .. how? ..
no .. this one is bound by the ties that bind .. that reach deep into one's soul
hazel eyes darken .. beginning to understand, the knowledge growing inside
again feels the need and desire take over and this time lets it take her

feels the music reaching deep into her soul .. pulling her, guiding her
jumping to her feet, one grasps at the beat of the music but .. looking around
where is it .. where does it come from .. panic setting in
running blindly, searching .. one hears a voice calling .. and stops
turning to look .. one now understands .. the music .. the beat within

walking to Her .. hazel eyes burning with desire and passion
slipping into a kneel before Her, head held proud to be Hers
eyes lowered in respect to Her, back straight, thighs spread wide for Mystress
placing small hands upon her thighs, palms upward
taking a deep breath and whispering softly

Mystress .. time and time again, i've fought this feeling within,
in my fear of not understanding .. i've ran from it
You are that music in my soul, the beat in my heart, the desire burning inside me
while i still fear the unknown, i place myself in Your hands
trusting in all Your wisdom that You will guide me and teach me
that with Your patience and Your love .. i will learn and grow
with all that i am .. with all that i shall be .. always and forever ..i love You

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