Can You see her, Sir?

can You see her, Sir?  as she lays on the bed before You…

naked and trembling, excited and nervous, as she spreads her legs open wide to You…

her small hands beginning to knead firming nipples, swelling around the bars You love to torment, her dark eyes peering up to Yours…

can You see her, Sir?  as You sit at the end of the bed, watching her begin to perform for You…

fingers tugging on the piercings…  her lil whimpers and moans soft, as her eyes flutter shut…

beginning to lose herself in the play, her body beginning to respond to her primal urgings, as You sit there, silently watching…

can You see her, Sir?  as her hands begin to drift down her stomach, the fire burning deep inside all for You…

caressing up and down open thighs, trembling in excitement,  tiny fingertips flickering over swelling cunt lips already damp with her need… 

her hips rising to meet those reaching hands, already beginning that fucking motion that is all for You…

pinching the swollen clit, her moans growing as she gives in to her need, her fingers wet from the seeping need leaking from her…

can You see her, Sir?  as two fingers slide in deep, beginning to fuck that wet cunt that belongs to You…

can You smell her need, her wanton lust, as her fingers stroke in and out, fucking herself…  while other fingers tug and pinch at her rock hard nipples…

can You hear her whimpered pleas for Your use of her?   fucking her as she becomes the wild beast she is for You… writhing and lost in the wanton lust burning out of control in her belly, her sounds guttural, soft then loud, growing with intensity as she fucks her leaking cunt for You…

can You see her, Sir?  ramming her fingers in deep and hard…  begging You to take her now…please?

her hips rising faster, thrusting to You, her thighs trembling, her body quaking from the inside out, waiting for that one word, that whispered command that she responds to so easily…  Your voice in total control of her, holding her as if she were in chains…

her body arching with each deep thrust of her fingers…  tears of frustration sliding down her face as she waits, quivering on the edge… that brink she rides for You… caught between the agony – the pain – of riding that edge, and the ecstacy of giving You Your desire…

can You see her, Sir?  giving herself to You?  offering You everything and all? 

can You see her, Sir?  as she cumms, long and hard, screaming out Your name, again and again, as she gives over to the ecstacy…  her lust gushing from her, hot and sticky sweet… the smell of her filling the air… weeping with utter joy and happiness, as she sees the glimmer of a smile on Your face…

can You see her, Sir?  Your slut, Your wild fuckbeast, Your cherished pet….

can You see her, Sir?  She is Yours…