Submissions by Skylark

Held, collared, leashed
Your blindfold makes my world small
Focused on your touch.

Eager to obey
I attune to your movement
Your touch my reward.

Restrained by your will
My hands unable to move
Lest they offend you.

Click, snap, sounds I love
Collared, symbolically owned
Oh, how I love it.

Slap, stroke. From your hand
A caress or discipline,
Equally welcome.

Do I ask too much?
My fear: to drive you away
With too much wanting.

Your water, splashing,
Marks me as yours. Once again
I...