Master's Hand

Part 1

Master's Hand

Encased in tight arms,
Cuddled, caressed, 
I release into soothing warmth,
As Master's Hand
Scratches my back,
Explores my hair, 
A moan escapes as fingers entwine.
Lost in the blind comfort
of a gentle night.
Chameleon prey:
Realizing too late as the pain invades...
Unceasing...
Fed by resistance, 
A prison of unyielding will, 
As Master's nails take their due.
Short reprieves beguile trust 
As a voyage continues downward,
Each part gently caressed,
Prepared...
Before its fall,
Once craving, now fear,
Senses betrayed
By refuge turned lesson of
Anticipation's sharper edge.
A wild, imploring glance
Meets blue steel,
Welding squelched pleas into comprehension,
Acceptance,
And then sweet tokens of thanks...
for Master's pleasure,
Master's prison,
Master's Hand.