He runs his hand gently through my hair.
The leather collar fits snug to my neck.
My arm rest on his knee as he caresses my back.
I twirl the leash with my fingertips.
I look at his black boots with eyes cast down.
My hand wanders to the inside of his leg.
The leash tightens as he turns my head towards him.
"Look at me," He commands.
My eyes meet his and my heart skips a beat.
Those eyes say so many things to me.
They are filled with dominance and wisdom.
And love and compassion.
They tell me I am his alone, for his pleasure.
"Your a good girl and I’m proud of you" He said.
I lay my head on his knee and smile at him.
"Thank you Sir, It is my pleasure." I replied.
He pulls the leash and brings my face to his.
And gives me a long and passionate kiss.
A treasured moment.

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