For you, today
I kneel down. I breathe in. I breathe out. I feel my mind still. My heartbeat slows.
How can I serve him today? By being ready, by being open, by being patient.
Who is he? My Master
Who am I? His submissive
Why do you serve? Because I crave this. I need this, and because of the really powerful orgasms (I might as well be honest, I smile at that), for the pleasure of the pain, for the utter release, for the giving of myself which is a freedom like none I have ever known.
I imagine that freedom. The relinquishing of control. I feel the tension leave my shoulders, the shoulders that hold so much up on them. This is not my concern for the moment. For the moment, I give myself to him. I prepare my mind. I think of him there, standing before me. His hand on my head. That sweet anticipation. I don’t know what will come next. Will he grab a hand full of hair and be full of desire to use me? Will he stand there and just listen to me breathe? Or will he walk away and leave me to await his need of me? I push those thoughts to the side. How can I serve him? I need to be ready for him. I think of his hand on my bare ass and I can feel the wetness begin. I think of the ice and then the hot candle wax and my nipples pebble in desire. I think of the vibrator inserted and ready, knowing he could use the remote any time he willed. I feel my thigh muscles clench. I think of the butt plug going in so slowly, and I feel my legs spread further. I think of his cock filling my mouth and I start to salivate. My breathing is no longer calm and even, but ragged with want. Any of these holes, ready at any moment, at his whim. I think of the belt slapping against my open cunt. I feel it now, my wetness sliding down my leg. I am ready. Whatever I can give. Whatever he wishes to take. That is how I’ll serve.