The Rolled Arm
He pushes me over the leather, rolled armed & tufted chair….
He enters me from behind with one push…
I hear a buzzing.. The wand. As I begin to float…the classical music fades.
I rock as if on the ocean.. Sinking slowly. The tide takes me away.
I let go … I am his tool to control…
I feel the warmth of the water trickle between my legs. He pulls it from me over and over.
He takes me into his arms and carries me to our bed, where he wraps me in cotton and kisses.
I fed my Sir and he thanks me for my submission.
I smile and close my eyes in my sated condition.
❤
