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The start of a session
beautiful you
on knees and palms,
“Inch closer,”
she’s instructed. 
she wished to be taught
the differences between 
punishment and pleasure. 
Whisper the very words
that mark your wants. 
Blessed are the respectful
for they know what to expect. 
Today there are answers 
tied to requests. 
Trust no one
except  the One
who loves you most. 
The corset and its approval
each yank takes away a breath. 
The strings through eyelets
wrap her perfect figure. 
she stiffens
braces forward
“she loves Me,”
He says,
with a final tug. 
She’s left
to fasten each tiny clip
carefully in position
eyes adjust. 
Ready for The Inspection
her favorite part
hours of maticulous work
hands folded in lap. 
The joy
to His footsteps
she takes one quick look
He steps forward
eyeing her work,
in the absolute
dead silence
He is in awe. 
her flawlessness
her pristine body
not even a mark. 
she aches for His praise
that loving approval
hands clenched
there’s too much silence
what was He looking at
what was forgotten?
Without a word 
He exits. 
she panics,
all flushed. 
Going through 
each tiny step
nothing was forgotten,
nothing. 
she can hear him
demand an answer,
He slams the phone. 
Footsteps come ringing
now next to her
with the instruction,
“Eyes up into eyes, please.”
she is frozen,
“Would it please You if,
i could speak freely Sir?”
He considers her request. 
“Put. Those eyes.  
On Me.”  
Immediately 
they were locked. 
“Yes,
now you may speak,
freely.”
He shifted his weight
lifted a finger
“I remind you,
choose your words
mindfully.”