©2007 M. Bennett Hooper

In allowing you to play master to my mistress I indulge your fantasy if needs be so as not to entangle you with the true reality which awaits you.
You were never playing in my sandbox but I shall bow to your illusion knowing that when you do awaken you will find seduction is a heavy price to pay for wantoness and I shall unleash my gentle whip as you are reminded who I really am.

You fear extinguishing of  your flames and with bated breath whisper, then beg me to stop, start, continue with lips dripping with my favorite white wine.
Say it now and be released.
Master I am and Master I shall ever be.
You like it that way....

Quietly, softly, satisfyingly, draining.
Accepting that a task well done is really no task at all.
Smoke if you must but I favor drinking the nectar of the Gods
my wine chilled to perfection for lips too hot for your touch.
Hear me now before you tire once more exhausted by my cipher, my paint upon your palette.