Silently and slowly I approach you, struggling to control my breathing, scared about disturbing you. Carefully i kneel, just within your vision; then I lean forward and place my forehead to the floor and stretch my arms out before me, hands flat to the floor. Looking at the floor, breathing lightly, I hold position not daring to move or disturb you with my actions. I wish for you to notice me, to acknowledge me, but at the same time knowing that being in your presence will bring me pain, discomfort and cost. However, that is also what I seek.
The minutes slowly tick away, I have no way of judging time, even if I were allowed to lift my head off the floor in your presence, I am not allowed a time piece, just as I am not allowed anything my Master does not wish me to have.
I breath in, letting it out slowly, focusing on the ground before me. I fight the urge to move, to scratch that itch knowing that unauthorised movement will bring swift and painful punishment. I allow my mind to drift a little, whilst at the same time listening out, just in case.
Suddenly there is a loud click on fingers, 'bitch heel'. It is all I need and leap up, my heart pounding at his call, at being noticed by him, at being allowed to approach him, quickly I approach and stop before him, dropping to my knees and bowing down, kiss the ground by each of your feet, then I place my forehead to the floor and wait.
Again I hold position, breathing lightly, not daring to move as I am now In your presence, but still I know this is a privilege, that I am grateful for and do not simply expect, as I know it can be taken away from me in an instance, dismissed from your presence.
I work hard to be your slave, to please and serve you, I taken your abuse, your punishment, the pain and suffering you dish out, I want to be your slave, I need to be your slave, you are everything, the centre of my life, nothing else matters or counts. I have given up everything for you, to you. I have nothing, everything became yours, not even the clothes I am occasionally allowed to wear are mine, what you did not take of value, was simply thrown away or destroyed. I have no family, no friends, no-one to communicate with anymore as you do not allow it so it simply does not happen. I do not argue, I do not question I just obey.
Still I kneel before you, wishing you to speak to me, knowing it may just be a torrent of abuse or it may be just a discussion about something that interests you. It is always your perspective that counts, I might occasionally be allowed to talk openly, but at the end of the day, it is your views, your opinions that rule the day.
