In Pleasure's Service

In Pleasure's Service

It was finally my turn to please the master. I stood stock still by the door, waiting for the master to awake and command me.  Quivers of anticipation run through me as I await finding joy in his ecstasy.

I know others would not understand what I instinctively know:  the ultimate pleasure is in giving, without thought, without constraint.

I begin humming to myself. It is a song, composed of words strung together like beads.  Each is not remarkable but combined, they form something beautiful.  They are my symphony of feelings.

Your gentle hands contrast
with the coarse hemp rope
as I feel you bind me.

Dream like, I listen to your
murmured words
as with each tug
I feel myself drawing
closer to you.

It is not domination,
  it is submission.
It is not binding,
  it is uniting.
it is not yielding,
  it is trust.

I feel a rush
of excitement,
  in my nipples
in the small shivers
of anticipation
as I await your pleasure.

Soon,
you will take me
in a thousand ways
  with your warm mouth
    with your firm hands
      with your hardness...

and I will find ecstasy
and the ultimate freedom
from the bondage
of myself.

I wait patiently for the master to awake and hear my song.

Notes:
An entry for "UENG Luge (Winter Games)"  [18+] part of "UENG Spring Fling"  [18+]
Prompt: Finish this steamy beginning. Please bold these sentences at the beginning of your story. "It was finally my turn to please the master. I stood stock still by the door, waiting for the master to awake and command me."

Word Limit: 1000
Word Count: 212

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Ken