Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted.---Mark Twain
Persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished.
Persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.
Kneeling on the floor, breathing, freeing my mind of expectations, looking for my zen feeling, I waited.
My back was beginning to feel a strain, so I bent forward, resting my forehead on the carpet. Minutes later, I don't know how many, I woke up.
Yeah. I fell asleep. So much for the uber-slave of the night.
The sounds of Master approaching pulled me back to alertness and an upright position.
He advanced on me.
"Strip" he commanded. I threw off my robe. "Get into position". As I stood he smacked my butt, knocking me off balance, but I tripped over to the dresser and bent forward.
A warm up with floggers, his belt, his single tail. His foot on my chest as I came for him. Then his foot on my neck, pressing down. I came again.
Fucked on the carpet, and waking up the next morning picking carpet fibers out of my hair. It was good to lie in bed this morning, wrapped in his arms, remembering last night.
I'll do my dreaming--Clay Walker
With my eyes wide open.
I'll do my looking back
With my eyes closed.
Non dignus sum Domine
sed in tuum nomine.
I am not worthy Master
but in your name.
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