Your release is in my hands, now.
Your priceless, adoring, infallible Trust
Is now threaded within my knowing grasp.
There are no more doubts
Just what will I do next.
Discoursed were the Terms Of Surrender
and accepted entreaty we
need not document
But you still don’t know
what I shall do next.
As the tethered mind enslaved perceptions
bristle in hitched breath
as you sense my sheer Ownership
engulf your uncentered, dripping, hungry
Your silent scream goes heeded in Mine.
And it is time.
As your gorgeous, feverish, gnashing, lustful sex
contorts and thrashes violently
at My Command, only…
You feel your tether unbind
as I seize your wrists, growling into my nethers
You soar, away, away, and away
yet you long to return at once
You don’t know what it is I am going to do next.
And I whisper
Chris Right Here, Right Now.