SignsMy Master's leash, I wear with pride,
His chains are my protection.
Signs of addiction,
I beg for his dominance,
He only pours in his control.
My Master is afraid to harm me,
His strength is sometimes underrated.
Signs of power,
I ache for his punishment.
He lets me have my cruel desire.
My Master has the softest touch,
His voice is smooth like silk and honey.
Signs of love.
I kiss his nose.
He grips the handle and holds me tight.
My Master's Bond is unbreakable,
His eyes are intense, unreadable.
Signs of possession,
I look away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.
He chuckles, tickling me, enjoying my squeals and squeaks.
My Master is kind and rough.
His actions are nothing I do not ask for.
Signs of respect,
I bow my head,
He claims me with warm hard bites.
As his slave, I am devoted,
My being, belongs to him.
Signs of loyalty.
He tells me: "You are mine"
I do not argue and I smile.
Only to reply. "As you are mine Sir."