Good Girl

A time of day
Wait in dismay
A pet of pleasure
I will behave

He sits in his chair
My head in his lap
Hands caressing against
My fresh washed hair
“That’s a good girl”
Words I’ll always long to hear

He pulls on to the shinny sliver circle
That intertwines with my collar
“Close your eyes ‘Mon Cherie”
Doing so, to please his will

Darkness, fulfills my head
Not knowing of what to come,
Led by my master
Trust in him I place

He places my body against the cold leather chair
In a distance away
I hear the shuffling, and clicking of boxes
Boxes I know oh so well

His fingers tracing every curve of my naked body
My body is his canvass and his fingers our the brushes
To paint a world of pleasure against

He yanks on my collar and lets me know
To stand up
Bent over the bed
The silk kissing my clit
Teasing my lips

My hands bound behind my back
Gag around my mouth
Clamps sending tingles through my nipples

I can feel the head of his cock
Teasing my cunt
I can feel my juices run down my leg
My body beyond desire

His hand against my head
A Fist full of hair
Yanks on it like he would my collar
“You are mine; your body is my temple
To do with as I please,”
“Yes, Master,”

I can feel his cock part my cunt
As Noah parted the sea
Each inch thrusting against my pussy walls
I can feel his anger
Turn in to my pleasurable pain

His body forcing the silk to cuddle my clit
“Don’t Cum, bitch tell I say”
“Yes sir,” I scream
My pussy clinching tighter around his cock
Wanting to let my Orgasm go
Waiting for him to let me go to heaven

“Cum, you dirty little bitch”
Words I love to hear
My body releasing
Shaking and quivering

He pulls his newly shinny cock out
“Suck on your lollipop”
A reward I love
I clean my master’s cock with
Tongue and All
For I am his slave
Nothing about this brings me dismay