silently i wait for him
listening for what i can not see
yearning for the touch
that binds yet sets me free
pleasing him...my only goal
perchance to earn a kiss
my anticipation grows
knowing i could be his
patience and obedience...both foremost in my mind
serving his every need...fullfilling mine in kind
pulse racing...heart pounding
untouched by fear
soft touch...quiet whisper...i want to be able to say
"my Master is here"
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Smiles...and who is this Master you wait for?