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.
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