JBristol

One day..........

Sometimes the desire to kneel at my Mistress's feet offering my  
heart and soul in total devotion rages inside of me, unleashing a  
torrent of conflicting emotions.
The desire to reach out and touch your skin, to lose myself in Your scent, So strong that my heart is racing.
But  
the collar around my neck is a constant reminder that my will is no  
longer my own. My desires and wants immaterial, beyond the services you  
so easily control with the softest of commands.
I search inside of  
myself for the discipline and balance necessary to overcome my wants,  
silenty reminding myself that i chose freely my position, my role is  
purely to serve.

Your hand, that was gently caressing my head  
tightens in my hair, and as my head is forced backwards my eyes meet  
yours. An involuntary gasp escapes my lips as our eyes meet, and i see  
in yours the full knowledge and appreciation of my struggle. You pull  
my head tantalising closer to you, so close that i can feel the heat  
from your body. Teasing, but i know im not allowed to bridge that gap,  
and i know that im lost.

So easily you bring me to the point  
where i would beg to hear your darkest dreams and desires. The thought  
of the humiliations i would readily endure as offerings of my devotion  
so readily turn to cravings for the opportunity to prove myself. And i  
feel ashamed at the depths i know i want to explore on my path to  
servitude to you.

"You have pleased me slave, I may have uses for you"

The  
words ive been yearning to hear fill me with such joy, that i want to  
shout, But remembering my place i simply answer "Thank You Mistress, im  
Yours to command."

My own words.