I enjoy the relief that washes over me as I am chained down, I taste the anticipation for tomorrow. I remember my thrashing, screaming, crying, laughing..whatever it was that swept over me that day now being quickly washed away by tiny touches. Touches I wonder if he is even aware I notice so? Perhaps he notices the small things too. My quiet gasps, the quick inhalation that says I am nervous for the night. The squeaking whimpers you know come from a being who wants to worship your body, even as your firm hands lock it away. Maybe you notice the small things, maybe you wait to watch my unaware, helpless body surrender, tremble then just breathe. I can’t see you but I swear your energy says you’re smiling. I wonder if you can tell that I am practically radiant at the barely audible “goodnight girl” slipping from your lips. I live for moments like these. Please keep me at the foot of your bed tonight Sir? Please?
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