She waits paitently for her Dom. her Daddy. her Master.
On her knees. in her heels. Stockings. Lace and silk.
Waiting on her love. Soon to be whole again.
His touch makes her feel that way.
Whether it is a caress or sharp spank to her bare ass.
It is her place.
His pleasure.
His needs and wants are hers to see to.
her pleasure and honor to see to.
Without his words, his touch, his presence she feels adrift, no center, no focus.
Waiting paitently for the door to open to see, feel, taste her Dom, her Daddy, her Master.
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