Master's Blessing

Photons may pass over window sill

But my Master provides me my light

My coffee may wake

hot food now I make

Yet Master determines what's right

I read and study and try to write

My butt hurts & eyes are blurry

But when I hear

A message is near

My mind, to attention, does hurry!

Oh no, its a “SO”, a “FF”, a favorite,

A titty jpeg makes me gag

And quickly alas

my focus does pass

And so does my energy lag.

link after link my mouse clicks

in vain: lost in a search do I browse

So how does He know

When I'm extra low

Just the right phrase to arouse?

Out of nowhere, His collar does tighten

cognizant now I am owned

This is no hoax,

That cold metal chokes

From impotent, He makes me boned!

Thus I'm taught once again

my sex He completely controlled

Now, simply tis

that property's His

I can only just wait to be told

If earned, I can respond to His pain,

& be fulfilled with His power

To feel every prick

of His energy Dick

sought torture lasts over an hour

Now the body trembles & quakes

where my Master has invaded

But only to me

the importance can be

His eruption that slave has persuaded.

What a blessing to serve my Master Indy

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To satisfy and restore.

To nourish, support and maintain.

To gratify, spoil, comfort and please,

to nurture, assist, and sustain

…..I cook!

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