When master returns
by cricketjeff on December 6, 2007. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A knock on the door my heart beating faster
Is this the man that I know as Master?
The door swings back, her head is deep bowed
she’s wearing such clothing as she is allowed
i do not speak, just wait for His lead
He’ll guide me instruct me and answer my need
Into the living room she knows she must follow
When my slave is not there my whole life is hollow
Standing beside Him, His food all prepared
All is for Him, nothing is shared
While I am eating my hands will explore
No satisfaction, I know she needs more
Inside my body His fingers excite me
Though the slightest of touches is sure to ignite me
Serving my dinner and standing and waiting
To foreshadow my wishes needs much concentrating
Refilling His glass and fetching each course
My whole life is Him and I feel no remorse
Now I have finished, I turn to my slave
Ask if she’s managed to not misbehave
I hand him my list, each failing in writing
Wait for the words of my doom (so exciting)
Nothing here matter, but punish I must
Part of our contract of love and of lust
Now i’ll be beaten, the pain I so crave
The best thing in life is to be His own slave
Author notes
Not from experience!
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