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My Master's Hands

My skin is crawling just to feel his hands  
To feel him tie me, losing all control  
To watch his eyes I am uncertain of his plans.  

Needing his hands to touch me  
To spank me, to play  
Seeing him take my wrists ever so
carefully.
 
His excitement is mounting with each knot
Tighter and tighter
His voice has emotions that control has brought.
 
Needing his hands to touch me  
To spank me, to play  
Seeing him take my wrists ever so carefully.  
 
Bound and gagged on my knees am I  
My Master's hands have also touched and spanked  
His control releases my orgasms,  
"Master I do cry!"
 
He has taught me to trust him with his hands  
His mouth demands my response  
Gazing up at his eyes, I am uncertain of his plans.
Written by QuinnARichardson
Published | Edited 15th Mar 2022
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