'Kneeling in only what she was born in,her hair cascades like that of a black waterfall to her shoulder and slides down past her breasts. Her graceful,elegant neck exposed. Not a whisper of sound escapes her lips. Her body tingles with excitement for today she will forever be owned and oh! how she rejoices; heart exploding with gratitude and love. Movement behind her: wind caused by the unraveling of the leather,discernible to her trained sensitive ears,causing her breath to cease. It slides around her neck smoothly and warms her soul. Locked,secure around what is now His property,He saunters around her,possessivness evident in His eyes. Taking a deep silent breath of relief, she looks up in to her beloveds' eyes,smiling ever so slightly and whispers :'Thank you Master.' '
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