His......

Bound and gagged, his fantasy..

her reality.

The dungeon is isolated

she is to be its resident

The appearance that she is bound by constraints is misleading...

she is bound to him by the slightest touch...

softly spoken words...she is his

she craves his mark

she gifted Him

He is sated

now, that closeness, that O/one shared..

she is poised...

she is ready...

He will use her tonight...

maybe, He'll come...

maybe, He'll call...

maybe, He remembers...

her service, imperfect...

she, reflects in her bed...

the hour approaches....

maybe, today He will come...

her wait, endless...

His pleasure to come...

her, in cuffs...

He accepts her submission...

the cane...?

the cat...?

the crop...?

her bliss....

legs, open...

breast, presented...

she offers all, to Him....

prays, to serve...

bound, pulled high...

she waits to be used....

her service, sublime...

He is proud...

she prostrates...

He's taught her well...

used, hard...

she is allowed, rest...

the dungeon floor, her bed...

apprehensive....

shy....

His patience, brings her on...

proudly, she wears His marks...

her body, claimed by Him....

her pride, pleases B/both...

the pain, focused upon her...

the pleasure, shared...

the ecstasy, when pain and pleasure become one...

He binds her....

to Him....

for His pleasure...

taking possession...

her first lesson...

she is His....

she awaits His use...

anticipating, her position of service...

His expectations, clear...

breathless, the beauty...

worthy of His taking...

her fate, long sealed...

her use, His pleasure...

blind, she sees...

trust, she accepts....

the chain reminds...

her choice was made...

she sleeps...

open, ready as she must..

aloof, she distains...

His lessons will be harsh...

chains, draped around her...

these, too, will bind her to Him...

begun with a touch...

the dance, truly begun...

dressed in her pretties...

shouting His possession...

her dress, simple...

His reasons, complex...

they touch...

tentative, unsure...

she, bound and open...

He drawing her into His web...

His hands taste...

languied, she craves touch...

His touch, explores...

rigid, she remains open....

she is shy...

but, she is here...

she, left to contemplate...

His wishes...

she fears His summons...

she dreads He won't...

presenting, she glows...

His admiration, fires her....

she, cuffed...

feels her submission...

His gentle touch....

her submission...

she despairs...

will He summon...

she craves...

on His whim...

her form, perfect...

her Heaven, His command...

open, questioning...

patient, she waits...

her solitude...

His command...

His impatience...

her joy...

He wills....

she is His pleasure..

His will..

her duty...

poised, she hesitates...

His patience, endless...

for the prize, priceless...

she, open to Him....

sweet sensations from her touch...

envelopment...

His gasp, held...

she hungers...

the taste, sublime....

poised before Him...

seconds, become hours...

tempted...

He rises to the occasion....

breathless, He anticipates...

she, tantalizes...

her breath, the lightest of caresses....

her beauty, breath taking...

her service, sublime...

her Master will be proud....

her service, divine...

her Master will approve....

the lightest of kisses....

eros unfolds...

larger than life...

the lightest of touches.

the sweetness of anticipation...

she's becoming His....

or, she's captured Him...

their bliss is near palpable...

Watching, waiting, wanting......

 

(Thundeera in ShadesOfReflection)