Arriving home

The collar calls me

Shoes off, coat off

After a long day’s work

Suit crisp, tie silk

The stress of the office forgotten

As I step in to the living room

There she sits cross legged

In the armchair by the fire

Tight black dress, four inch heels

Glistening string of pearls

Curled tresses glossy in the glowing light

A hazel stare that burns straight in to my being

Never leave mine as I edge closer

Before kneeling at her feet

Kissing her hand

As I utter those wonderful words

“Good evening, Mistress. How may I serve you, tonight?”

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