Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Good morning, Master


As the girl sees her Master for the first time in the day she comes quickly to his boots and makes a full obeisance at his feet.

She tastes the dust at his feet where he is free to leave her if he chooses. She offers him her outstretched hands for binding, should he choose to constrain her for any reason or purpose. Her tail is raised in the air like a submissive puppy.

From time to time, the Master puts the weight of the foot on the small of the girl's back to tilt it to an angle more pleasing to his eye, his inspection and his pleasure.

Her hair spills out on the dust at the Master's feet covering her eyes in a blindfold behind which she can only discern faint hints of the Master's movements.

She smells his closeness and listens intently to the sometimes long silences in which he leaves her. Every sound holds potential meaning. Was the rustle she just heard the sound of binding ropes?.... Is that the sound of the Master taking his leather paddle from his belt?.... Does she hear the whip being uncurled?

If anything weighs on the girl's conscience as needing punishment, her buttocks contract now, expecting the crack on her saucey backside any minute.

In fact the girl suspects that the Master can tell much of how she has been behaving by her physical attitude each morning in karta.

Sometimes the girl hears the sound of laces..... and tilts herself to accept the Master's cock as his early morning greeting to the one he owns.

Whatever transpires in the moments before the Master says, "You may rise girl".... the girl has reviewed her duties, performance, and renewed her commitment to serve him.

As she sits back at his command into a pleasing wide nadu, her bud has been moistened from her act of submission, as evidenced between her parted knees. As she rises and throws back her glistening hair, she looks up shyly from under hooded lashes to that point below the Master's belt. She will look no higher unless commanded.

She is in the attitude of worship and she has the object of her worship, her Master's cock, solidly in focus as the centre of her duties.

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