Master's fingers curl slowly, and rest
round the strength of her neck,
and sweat of her breast.

Powerful arms flex,
her Master pulls gently,
her lover, her Rani, her Rex.
Swaying at first, unsteady
she is vexed,
yet felled, on bent knee.

Master holds her, facing her fear.
Toward fire and bale,
her sight fixes like the spear,
to the eye of the whale.

The strain upon her body like steel,
her hands bend in prayer,
not whisperings of atonement.
Her desire is growing,
her anticipation, her zeal
for the coming moment
and lust are showing.

Straight and slender,
hardened and frightening,
It rests within her
lightly in its place.
Her soft leash is tightening,
of elegant black lace.

Her curves defined by
grace and guile,
Ever she cares
for her Master,
always she wears
her sweet smile.

The moment is nearing,
she readies herself to slip.
The power in her arms is testing
the will of her master's grip.

She gets her desire,
will have her quarry,
and she never regrets.
She bears the fire,
she is never sorry,
and never forgets.

Master's hands rest firmly on hers,
and she cannot refuse.
A last moment of tension blurs
and soon she is set loose.

She arches hard. The tension increases.
Expels she then a final gasp.
On her own she releases,
tearing free of Master's grasp.

Suspended in flight,
nothing is spoken.
Sharp change, a reckoning,
A slackening of strands.
Her sight
unbroken,
Her quarry, beckoning,
endures and stands.

Free of Master's might
she feels the absence howl
and does not protest

when familiar hands
take again their hold, sharply
drawing her tight.