The chosen one

The chosen one

I'm naked and quite anxious not sure why I'm tied up to this pole, I've been in the mistresses room for ages now but I've not seen a soul

I don't know why I've been brought here I'm not sure what I have done, I've tried my best to do all I'm asked I've worked hard from sun to sun

Then the door swings open I see loads of her friends file in and take a seat, oh great I'm to be punished in front of an audience this isn't my idea of a kinky treat

If I've done something wrong why didn't she just come right out and say, she always seemed to be pleased with everything I did whether it be work of kinky play

I wish I knew what was going on then she stepped right through the door, everyone went silent and my eyes immediately went to the floor

She ran her hands across my tense body I was preparing for a smack, instead she told me to look at her as she slowly turned her back

She turned slowly to face me then she asked did I know why I was here, did I know what I had done, as I shock my head she laughed out loud and then collared me and said I was her chosen one

Ron