A Lesson In Vulnerability

My chin rests on my overlapping hands on the hardwood floor.
On my knees I hear the sound of his boots as he walks up behind me.
I felt his warm hand as he caresses each of my cheeks.
He walks around in front of me his black boots pacing back and forth.

The boots stop and turn toward me and one taps as he pauses in thought.
He reaches down and takes the leather loop of the leash from the floor.
The chain tightens pulling on the collar as he says, “Come with me.”
Crawling as he leads me out of the living room and through the kitchen.

Into the garage and slows down as I gingerly crawl down the concrete steps.
I’m led across the garage floor to the workbench where he stands by the stool.
“Up,” he commands as he pats the padded seat of the stool.
I got up and sat on the stool looking at all the items laid out on the workbench.

“Today you will work on creating your own vulnerability,” he said.
“Once you have completed this it will be used on you,” he added.
“Yes Sir,” I replied as I wondered what I was to put together.
“The holes are drilled and pieces are marked for you,” he said.

“What am I assembling Sir?” I asked in a frustrated voice.
“That is for you to figure out,” he replied.
He left and I quickly figured out what was to be built.
After I had it complete, he came and picked it up and led me to the bedroom.

My head lying sideways on the carpet I looked back between my legs.
Wrists clipped in between my ankles on my spreader bar.
Naked and all of me available for his use, I felt the vulnerability I created.
And now he began to use me as the lesson continued.