Master

The door opens
Footsteps approach in the dark
Naked under the sheets
Skin tingles with need

The matress sinks with the weight
A moan and ruffling of clothes
Fingers rest on my covered thigh
I jerk away in fear

Lips graze my neck
I tug at the ropes on my hands
The sheets are pulled away
And the cold assaults me

A feather sneaks its way down
I squirm with the urgency building
My moans muffled by the gag
You stop and leave me hanging

The door closes
But there’s still someone in the room
I wait for a touch of familiarity
Till a click and a buzzing sound

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