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With bound hands and blinded eyes,
Kneeling, naked,
She waits.

Her heart is beating fast,
Breath shallow and uneasy,
Biting her lip, she fights to calm.

How long has it been?
A minute, an hour?
All concept of time has vanished.

She listens hard for any sound,
Any hint of Him returning,
But there is nothing.

Has He forgotten her?
No, He wouldn’t, she knows,
Yet a small part can’t help but worry.

Then she hears His voice in her mind.
“Slow breaths, babygirl,
Let your mind go quiet, relax.”

Slowly her body responds, settling,
Her breath steadies,
Worry seeping from tense shoulders.

“Good girl.”
His voice flows through her like soft velvet,
Relief filling her as she understands.

He never left.
Watchful eyes on her all along,
Waiting patiently for her to settle.

Walking to her, He caresses her cheek,
With desire in His voice, He wakens her every nerve,
“Now it is time to play, My beautiful little one.”

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