ODE to Mistress


º from under a thicket of inky black lashes,
Her heated gaze remains.

º A primal passion is held within

º the liquid pools of Her crystalline sage gaze...

º the tumultuous depths betraying Her deepest desires

º a riot of color defying ebony locks dance down Her back as She moves,

º spiraling tendrils fall teasingly over Her thighs, caressing Her
like shadowy fingers over Her skin.

º Blood-red silk drapes from Her hips,
licking over the sleek planes of bronzed thighs,

º the flat expanse of Her belly brazenly exposed as She moves,

º a simple halter drawn over the full swell of Her breasts...
revealing, teasing, tempting ones gaze

º mellifluous whispers, speaking of the forbidden...

º carnal pleasures aching within...

º a slow lick over the swells of sanguine stained lips is given as a prelude to the sound of Her heated breaths, panted and quick...
they begin to fill the air,

º a shudder flows through Her form causing sleek feminine muscle to ripple in anticipation of touching him... or commanding him

º he listens... Her senses acutely aware of his presence,

º liquid fire begins to flow through Her veins with the sinuos sway of Her hips,

º his scared smile excites Her as an intense, breath-reaping moan is drawn from Her lips...

º Her fiery desires, Her insatiable need, coaxed from Her, demanded by Her, taken from him with the precision of Her excellent Mistressery...

º She knows two things completely: he is a slave and he is owned by Her


A brand forever marks him ~ pet klaas

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