The Wait

Unable to move to the whims of my desire.  I wait
Pull gently, the art of the knots I admire. I wait
Cool air sits upon warm skin, chilled barely. I wait
Eyes unable to see for the cover of cloth. I wait
Sounds of brushing movement from nipple tips to toes. I wait
A clasp clicks, a box shuts, I tremble. I wait
Movement and a whisper “babygirl are you ready”?
A swift answer of desire slips with a moan “yes Master” I wait
The feather touch of the leather caresses the soft flesh of thigh, ass and back. I wait
Nothing, I breath. Nothing, I move. Nothing I wait.
The whoosh of a sound in the air and the first smack, sting, tingle, heat, moaning, body tensing. I wait
Breathing, another swift movement of air, the heat growing with each gentle brush of the straps along my inner thigh, and ass crack.
SMACK. I wait
Faster, more heat. Faster, more depth. Faster, quick breaths. Faster, wet dew now produced as hips rise fall, tensing then release. I wait
Words begged a thought barely audible. Please, breath. Please, breath.
Words barely audible in a state of seduced Zen. “yes babygirl”?
“cum, Master, may the beast cum?” Begging, I wait, begging, I wait, trembling, I wait, moaning, I wait.
Permission once granted, the gush of sweet heat slips along the inner warmth of tummy. Rocking the little girl needing, wanting, begging. As the beauty unfolds with waves of erotic ecstasy. I wait
Shaking, moaning, He holds me, breathing, listening  “come back to me babygirl” I listen and I wait.
Eyes open barely as breath once taken from my lungs from the pleasure returns, looking into His eyes, a bright smile parts my lips as I whisper. “Thank You Master, it was worth the wait”