Tick, tock; tick, tock; tick, tock

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The hands of time . . . tick, tock, tick, tock . . .
I hear no other sound
The same beat of the mantle clock
Hands moving slowly round . . .

Seconds turn into minutes
And the minutes into hours,
As here, on the settee, I sit
Relieved of all my powers

The orders were put clear to me
Confusion ? There was none!
I was to stay there, not to flee
Until the stroke of one

And then for half an hour, no more
I could relieve myself
And wash and raid the kitchen store
Find food upon the shelf

Then by half one, no later now
Back seated where I’d been
Again in silence, this I’d vow
My body fresh and clean

The air is warm and yet I find
Both nipples always hard
It brings a tingle down my spine
I must be on my guard!

Bereft of clothes, my body bear,
As naked as can be
Except the collar fastened there
Around my neck to see

This necklace, leather, tight and black
My place I’ve had to learn
The lead is curled up by my side
Awaiting your return

To do your bidding is my life
No choice I have to make
Your slave I am, not just your wife
I’ll give and never take

Just like this morning at breakfast
As I knelt upon the floor
I sucked your cock, you came at last
I’d pleased you, I was sure . . .

So here I sit, I wait alone
Until your voice I hear
And then I’ll answer to your tone
Your orders hold no fear . . . .

The time goes by, the silent space
Just broken by the clock
You’ll return soon, my heart will race
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock . . . . .

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My Erotic TrailMy Erotic Trailover 17 years ago
cute

I found this to be a joyfull read (~_~) a rhythm flowed in the setting of the words, the few minor grammar gliches didn't detain me from enjoying your write, thanks for the read.

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