His touch is what he gives to me.

He holds me close, yet sets me free.

I wait for him while on my knees

And softly beg him, "Master, please".

He barely traces 'cross my skin.

He knows the passion that I'm in.

I need his special touch again.

My blindfold on, I wait within.

His fingers touch my lips so light.

I feel so moist, he knows my plight.

My blindfold takes away my sight,

but all of this just seems so right.

He reaches down to cup my breasts.

He knows I truly like this best.

Against my back his cock is pressed.

My passion's high...my lust the test.

He squeezes hard, I moan his name.

My world is changed...I'm not the same.

I'm now his toy, this is our game,

I'll never want to be the same.

I am his pet , I feel so free

to be what he wants me to be.

This is my choice, I hope you see,

to me this is true ecstasy.

The pain will come that heightens bliss,

as I will feel the flogger's kiss.

And feel the crop's resounding hiss.

His aim is true, he'll never miss.

I'm his to do what e'er he needs.

I'll follow where e'er his lust leads.

My senses high, my passion bleeds,

while craving what desire feeds.

My need is strong, my trust reigns true.

I'll do what he demands me do,

because I know when we are through

he'll hold me close and love me, too.