SHE OBEYS

from a greater distance... in what seems like just
a walk across the the room... with his dominance
he issues the... preparatory predilections of the Prime directive in this...

little missive to his submissive... and the slave
protocols as they... were originally issued...

as they were...made to be... and decreed to thee... these are the cited lines of meanings by which they each.... in context and in content...

the written word cast in speech... the way they were were meant to be used... corrected aright...
and not confused.

they are to be bruised... but not abused.... it is a lesson in
the laws and rules I teach in the mental dungeon of the darker parts that art... my little room.

this is followed by the expectation of nothing less and the tune of none too soon than
instant and willing obedience to commands... indeed in word and deed

it is the command of execution... verses seductively selected...
and fused in a series of phrased words only heard by her... when the Master gives

the bidding's of... cum lover cum... that are hidden in the
hard bark and rolled r's... that are the blood that runs through

the heart of speech.... they in the pit of picture perfect... military pitch...'til it reaches the sweet and the bitter of her bitchy, witchy ways.

he orders her... away... and she obeys.
he orders her... to heel... and she obeys.
he orders her... to stay... and she obeys.
he orders her... to kneel... and she obeys.
he orders her... to lay... and... there she stays...
motionless until given further notice,

and with the flood of a dark hooded love of her... he... covers her... lovely head
with the lines that first lead to the suggestion of her
raised legs... that assume the position of ears locked

to the rock of knees... the beads of
sweaty face and the pretty feet of she... held aloft to the see of the ceiling mirrors that be above.

he effects the secrets by which he takes her deep... and takes her sleep and puts her in in the
softness of a... fantasy... a dream

lost within the deep of her deeper depth of thoughts... the Great Work wrought by what... brings the changlings

in springs that drip with the entry and exit of last winter's whitened snow.

he recites the rites of the blessed tenets of the denizens...
slaughtering these particles of dust... that live within the lust
of bust of seed... and the ink bleed... in the need to KNOW.... and trust.

and the Beast makes his mark in skin and flesh.... she branded by the insertion of the
goldeness of the eye in the needle... and the
pull of the silver thread,

the string of her... fit and flitting with the sting of him
stretched so.... firmly across the tension of her trembling bow.

and by the vision of the arrow and the flow of his double stitched WILL
he issues the DARE of the ill... of her shift from the kill
in consciousness of her... filled... to all aware.

it is within a benediction and a curse... dispersed in a spiel of spells and spills...

that methodology of such that he effects these
belly to back orgasms and body spasms in an over extension
of cunnilingus... from the dealings of 9th degree working...

suspends her in the middle 'til her whimpers are finally exhausted and still... and even then he sees... that she... obeys.

and though he spares her not... nor leaves undone the spot of his knotted gifts

when commanded she lifts to him his riding crop... realizing fully what that means... and still... in the midst of it... it seems.... that she obeys.

commands stocked in whispers spent... between and along the piercing

of bent over in the 1st penetration... to what he finally deems to be the last withdrawal.

and with the fall of a finger.... he unlocks her lips... and with the insertion of the gag-ball

bids her to... keep within her SILENCE... and still.... without being the least bit hesitant... still... she obeys.

Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2013