This one
Is fulfilled
By her Master’s praise
Excited even by His gaze
I wore the white
For a year and a day
Did all I was bid
Learned to do as He would say
I learned to serve
To pour wine
As my Master deserves
To dance and please
Without crossing the line
I learned to enjoy pain
As is my Master’s way
He is as kind as He is cruel
Afterwards He would kiss my eyelids
And tell me all would be okay
I learned technique
To please my Master’s body
To satiate His feelings
To quench His desire
At one day and a year
I was stripped beneath His stare
And parted to my master’s manhood
Blood ran down my silky thighs laid bare
Lying upon the furs
Cleaned by my chain sisters
I was given new silks to wear
Clasped with a silver chain
And red everywhere
I wear His collar proudly
Serving as he wishes
Loving as He commands
This one is content
Offering herself up to His plans
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