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My Pet
The day goes by uneventful,
tasteless monotone colors blend into one.
Browns with grays, shaded with white,
and then becoming a light black.
My mind is far away from the sidewalk
and the asphalt with it's cracks.
It's in a room, the room.
The room of mystery and dreams,
where desires collide to become
one over excited woman in black and red.
Leather, polished and gleaming.
I am taken back to that night.
Hooking leash to the collar
that I've bound around your neck.
You're so obedient, such a good pet.
Yes, you deserve a reward,
perhaps a good lash to the back?
You nodded your head so eagerly
as if you couldn't wait to see
what I had in store next.
Heeled boot pressed against
the small of your bare back
and pushing you from your knees
and onto your stomach.
No one can hear you in this room,
no one can answer your pleas
for mercy.
No one but me.
The honk of a horn brings me back
to the reality of the city
I am strutting through in a pin-striped
suit. There is something moistening
inside my laced panties, and I
dip into a dark building, sit
with my back against the wall
and close my eyes to return to that night.
That room.
'Mistress, be gentle as I am not broken in.'
Wasn't that what you moaned out to me?
What you said as I let you watch me
dancing and writhing, hand in my skirt,
in the large bed?
Yes, you handcuffed to the footboard
and squirming so helplessly,
getting tangled as well in my sheets.
You were so hard, and your skin so soft,
I had to dream about your touch
that was forbidden against your Mistress.
But it only lasted so long,
my taunting and dimming of your senses
as we danced through the room in a dark
choreography of lust and passion.
For just one night, you were
My Pet.
tasteless monotone colors blend into one.
Browns with grays, shaded with white,
and then becoming a light black.
My mind is far away from the sidewalk
and the asphalt with it's cracks.
It's in a room, the room.
The room of mystery and dreams,
where desires collide to become
one over excited woman in black and red.
Leather, polished and gleaming.
I am taken back to that night.
Hooking leash to the collar
that I've bound around your neck.
You're so obedient, such a good pet.
Yes, you deserve a reward,
perhaps a good lash to the back?
You nodded your head so eagerly
as if you couldn't wait to see
what I had in store next.
Heeled boot pressed against
the small of your bare back
and pushing you from your knees
and onto your stomach.
No one can hear you in this room,
no one can answer your pleas
for mercy.
No one but me.
The honk of a horn brings me back
to the reality of the city
I am strutting through in a pin-striped
suit. There is something moistening
inside my laced panties, and I
dip into a dark building, sit
with my back against the wall
and close my eyes to return to that night.
That room.
'Mistress, be gentle as I am not broken in.'
Wasn't that what you moaned out to me?
What you said as I let you watch me
dancing and writhing, hand in my skirt,
in the large bed?
Yes, you handcuffed to the footboard
and squirming so helplessly,
getting tangled as well in my sheets.
You were so hard, and your skin so soft,
I had to dream about your touch
that was forbidden against your Mistress.
But it only lasted so long,
my taunting and dimming of your senses
as we danced through the room in a dark
choreography of lust and passion.
For just one night, you were
My Pet.
Published 3rd May 2012
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