A Submissive Gift

Curiously She knelt patient at the dungeon door; Asking permission to enter;she then spoke no more. He granted her request,pointing to a cold marble floor; She crawled eagerly;his dominance,to which she will adore. Kneeling in front of him,wanting to please; Her submission was a gift,he so wanted to seize. Her desire to serve beginning to grow; Thoughts embedded in her mind&hungry to know. She looked beyond  his stern,yet caring eyes; Knowing this lifestyle was no disguise. Cuffed to a beam,he raised his brow, This was her need she could not turn back now. He attached a blindfold,as sweat ran down her breast; His touch was a virtue,she couldnt detest. He spoke to her clearly,her bound stature still meek; His lecture about submission, a gift many would seek. He then removed the blindfold and kissed her on the cheek; YOU ARE STRONG SUBMISSIVE..and others so very weak. His words were calming,yet the excitement made her shiver; Her mind running freely like a swift flowing river.... Written February 1st, 2001 © on Feb 22 2002 01:24 AM PST, Lori Ann Berti    0 • 16 • 10