First time

I wrote it in my first, last, and only trans relationship. Sadly, she is no longer with us, but she was a dear friend for a long time.

I was trying a new style here, mixing prose with free verse poetry.

Anyway, on with my second-ever piece of work.

Enjoy

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“Blindly, I bow,
And kneel,
My head held high,
My eyes low.”

I felt a hand upon the warm flesh of my back, and I shivered with delight. For hours I had knelt there, upon that rug, waiting for Her to arrive. I heard a whisper of cloth, and my heart skipped a beat.

“This is what I want,
This is my desire,
I want to be Hers,
Forever and a day.
Her smell,
Her sound,
They are all that mattered
In that one silent moment.”

My heart and mind raced as I heard Her moving behind me. I let my eyes close, as I felt Her approach me. Metal touched my skin and I jumped as a lock rung loudly in my ears, the collar locked on my neck.

“It is to Her,
That I now belong.
She will care for me,
Love me,
If I can but please Her.
There lay in my heart,
A love for Her,
And for her,
I will show,
My collar proudly.”

A blindfold blocked the light from my eyes and I squealed as cold metal caught my hands at my back. My pulse beat in my ears, so loud, I didn’t hear Her command. I jumped high when Her hand cracked against my ass, the snow white flesh reddening under Her hand. Quick as fire, I was on my feet, my legs spread wide for Her. Her warm hand found its way between my thighs, Her long fingers teasing my most secret place. As I let out a pleasured whimper, She slid a finger into my warm depths.


“My body was burning,
My very blood boiling.
There was nothing
In this universe,
That can compare
To that one instant,
That She makes me Hers.”

My hips blindly thrust up to Her warm hand. My voice roared in my ears as I moaned out Her name, my legs parting ever farther, opening my heart to Her. Slowly, Her fingers withdrew, and oh god, I nearly wept.