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I
was drawn to Mistress almost as if fate intervened,
I
hesitantly entered Her domain
My
shyness was almost becoming
Was
I presumptuous in my desire to serve Her?
I
exhale, wait with bated breath and racing heart
I
sit with trepidation, but also with quiet confidence
Am
I worthy I wonder for the thousandth time?
For
what I want, no need, is the impossible – or is it?
Conflicting
emotions run rampart through me
There
is still time to run, to escape back to my vanilla life -- with that
gaping abyss
Missing
so much, missing – Her perhaps?
No,
I don’t run, because I am weak-kneed in anticipation
And
suddenly Mistress enters, an aura of mysticism and magnificence
surrounding Her
Suddenly
the need to be dominated overwhelms and permeates my being
And
again I wonder if I am worthy to serve this model of perfection
And
dominated I am
No
whips, chains or traditional implements of the trade
To
my amazement, words --- simply words
I
feel my will eroding and it is not a bad thing
My
strength becomes my submission
And,
I know, God I know that She is the One….
Her
skill, Her essence
My
destiny becomes quite clear
She
soothes my aches, my yearnings which is quite incomprehensible to me, but
yet so comprehensible that I can’t understand why I never grasped it
before
my
need to give Her my submission, to please Her
And
so I leave with no play and only words
But
oh what words
She
has enchanted my mind, stimulated my imagination, energized my soul
I
strive for the honor and privilege to serve and to please
My
mind, body and spirit is Hers
I
leave Her totally intoxicated and totally at ease
And
it is only natural
Because
She will make me complete in my submission and obedience to Her
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