My turn

My turn

You wanted me to be your slave
I accept and enjoy the challenge.
You want me to show you how
I would use my slave.
It is my turn now
Tied to the bed and blindfolded
So you won’t know where or what
will touch you.
A light caress of my tongue
The sharp snap of a cane
Who knows?
I can keep you waiting for each
touch indefinitely.
Will I fill all your holes or none?
A mix of pain and pleasure
Or both in equal measure.
The sound of an alarm to
signal a period of change
from one to another?
I only know
that I will use my time
to fill you with ecstasy and
make you come and come
for loving you is the first
rule for a slave.