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by: Sir Wolfr1 2002 His eyes bloodshot and filled with tears And thought back upon the events of the night How close he had come to harming one he held so dear A scene in which he had been inexperienced And so had gone unspeakably wrong He held his head low in shame and guilt Cursing himself in a manner both foul and long The old Dom sat down beside him on the bench Outside the ER parking lot Weathered and old not unlike the leather he wore But when he saw his face and heard the sobs He knew too well what was this young man's thoughts "The Doctor said she will be alright" He said to the teary eyed man Who looked up, smiled and again hung his head low Once more the curses and tears anew began "This is all my fault" he spoke through his tears "It was I who made the mistake The scene went too far, I should have called it to a halt She continued to give but I had no right to take" The old grey haired Dom sighed but had to agree For indeed an error had been made this night A line has been crossed and blood has been shed Both men longed to somehow make this wrong right "She is a submissive" he said with a sigh "One who of her own desire serves on proud bended knee With love and respect and most of all trust And of that trust it is the Dom who must worthy be It must be your voice, your authority, that says what is allowed And upon what grounds in love for her you refuse to tread For in her love a submissive will go where angels dare not To please her Master which is both her meat and bread As Doms we must control them on serveral levels at once For their thoughts, emotions and actions accept responsibility We dare not loose that control Or for an instant allow our attention to stray For a shameful harvest is reaped that bitter seed This time you were lucky" smiled the Dom as he rose from his seat "And from this night I pray you will learn The fault matters now for the error was yours Now your submissive's trust you must again earn" As the old Dom sighed one last time and turned to go One question yet hung on the young man's lips For to the lifestyle he was new yet his hunger was deep And he knew that the old man's knowledge and experience Did a thousand times his own eclipse "You are known and respected" he called out to the man's back "And I am fresh to the life as mid morning dew You give voice to my thoughts as few others could I must know how was it you knew?" The old Dom stopped and hung his head low Without turning spoke the words that from his soul wrenched "Young brother" he said with a tear in his eye "How do you think I knew where to find that bench?" 
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