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My hands dance across your skin
taking your breath and holding it for Myself
whimpers escape your throat, tears flow freely
yet your body betrays itself, grinding against the hand that is causing those tears
My senses are full, you have overloaded them'
and I find myself helpless
hopeless
the hunger you incite in Me
with your little movements, your noises
My eyes feast on your flesh
My ears glory in the quietest of indrawn breath
My fingers feel the tremble in you
My nose inhales the fragrance of arousal
My teeth bite into your neck, tongue reaching out to taste you

you are Mine

you are restrained, yet it is I who is helpless
unable to fight the hunger
the need
you have Me weak as I cannot help but glory in you
I am in constant awe of your gift
in reverence of your ability to make Me see nothing but you
I am the one who worships you in all your majesty

That is when the magic trick happens
That is when a sub finds their power

Tis that moment that I become a Woman possessed
Owned by the responses of the one writhing beneath Me
Unable to see anything other than inflicting sweet painful pleasure on them
A servant to their heart
A slave to their body

And as the dance draws to its inevitable close
one thing becomes clear
The choreographer of this dance has not been Me
I have not ordered the steps
I am as helpless to it as you are
Tis our love and love alone that has designed it

Thank you My love....My toy, My beloved dance partner
Written by Mistywench
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