Self Bondage

Waiting for Master

I expect my Master soon

and knowing His pleasures, I must

prepare myself for His arrival.

I see myself reflected,

corsetted tight and waist nipped in

black, the way He wants me.

I look to check that

seams are straight and too high heels that

thrust my body into provocation.

I scent the room and

light soft candles, making shadows play upon

the body that will be his to use.

I find His ballgag and

part my lips to take it deep, and tighten the strap

so my cheeks bulge with violation.

I ensure his whip is hanging

where He may reach it when need arouses

and mark me in ways he pleases.

I caress the steel of cuffs

between my fingers, wanting to see them

glittering against yielding skin.

I feel compulsion in his iron bed

that will welcome my spread-eagled body

each shackle open with invitation.

I reach down to encircle ankles

to hear the sound of metal closing

moistening me wide for surrender.

I strain above my head to reach the bars

stretched tight is the way He wants me, I must

tighten steel upon my wrists.

I am here for him now

knowing not when He will come, only that desire

will grow with the waiting.

I can only stare upwards

knowing that when he comes,

I will be only his.