I, dressed only in black denims and boots

Watch you strip down to nothing

You are always unclothed, baring all to me

For you belong to me, you are mine

You stand at room’s centre, in submission

Rising for my chair I circle you, gaze at you

When my hand caresses your back you flinch

The skin there still soft, unscarred, sweet

You utter no sound as I walk around you

I want you, desire you, control you

My own manhood, hard, wanting

And I could take you, but I too must wait

I take your hand and pass it over my hardness

No sound from you, but I see you swallow

“Control it, boy,” I whisper

As your own member betrays you

You breathe deeply in your concentration

In your scramble for control of your body

“On your knees, boy. Eyes on me.”

You gaze up at me as you comply

I retake my seat as you kneel

There is disappointment in your eyes

You will learn patience, control

And learn I know what’s best

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