No matter what he said to her,

His words always had the same effect;
There was that tone which brought her
To shuddering, submissive surrender,
Through his look, never mind his voice,.
He could have had anything of her;  
As her mind, body and soul responded;.

She found herself shivering again
As her limbs moved to his instruction.
She didn't mind not seeing a reaction
On his face for there has enough for her
To cope with beneath the blindfold
As his puppet felt him stoke her thoughts.

His feather-like touch inflamed her all
As she writhed uncontrollably, incoherently;
He was so close to her, she felt his breath;
Her belly tingled, her face tingled, her cunt tingled:
Every part of her reached out to him.
As his forceful vocal control drove her onwards;

She could never have imagined.this way;
His way: her body crying out for his touch;.
Her craving that which only he could deliver;
Her breath quickening as his hand crept
Up her thigh. Was that his palm? The cane?
A martinet? She knew she was lost

She was lost to pleasure. In fact, she became
the pleasure.  She wept copiously, knowing
Each gasp told him everything about her state,
She was completely caught up in feeling his
Presence that reduced her to mere sensation.
If he stopped, she knew she would end too.

Did it matter? She knew she should finish
She knew he could finish her off, given
The intense pressure building up seamlessly;
Let him not stop.  Let him never stop.
Let there be nothing else in the world; no matter
What he said to her, but this feeling and him.