Under his hand I grow

I learn many more things I've come to know

Under his hand I suffer

The pain is beautiful I would never trade it for another

The leather lashing at my thighs

The look of control in his eyes

The sound of my voice as I cry out

The quiver of my skin as I wait it out

Under his hand I feel needed

The feeling of satisfaction when I've succeeded

When I please him, my Dom, my Master

Wishing time would slow down not go faster

Under his hand I am free

No one can submit this way but me

He gives me freedom and I give him power

The quickening of my breath under his glower

Under his hand I learn my place

Reveling in the pleased look on his face

Under his hand I become me

I become the me only he can see