Cool leather glides smoothly down his back
Sharp sting of the crop graces his behind
“Kneel” she orders
“Yes, my Queen.”
Dropping to his knees
Before his raven haired goddess
Hers to serve and please
Ears ring with the sound of clicking stilettos
Folded leather tickling, swirling patterns on his back
“Bow to me.”
Bowing over, head to the floor in worship
“Very good, my pet.”
Each kiss of the crop spinning him higher
Down his spine, a wonderful shiver
Collar clinks, heart sings
Joyful, his lips utter
“Thank you, my Queen. May I have another?”

Violet Grey
Copyright, 2017 – The Life of Violet
All Rights Reserved.
*Picture – Pinterest

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