Intermission

I straighten the red satin sheets
that I have just washed
and put the pillows in place.
I collect the whips, restraints,
and the mask She wore
on Her face. Each of these
I clean and arrange in
the appropriate way
while not yet touching
the audio tape She left
for me to play.
The smell of Her body
and Her scent remains
in the air, overpowering me
occasionally and sending
me into trance. Finally,
I am done and all has been
prepared according to
Her plan. My body shivers
as I take the tape and return
to reinforce Her mind control
in that special chair in my room.
And every moment, while I go
deeper than deep, more
submissive than ever before,
I ache and suffer with need
and arousal. Please, please may
She appear to use me again soon.

(c) 2006, william the submissive poet

I adore william's poetry and found this one to be especially beautiful. It's an indescribable feeling to have someone create such beauty especially for me. Thank you, sweet friend - you're very special.