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by: Sir Wolfr1 He saw was not there Her clothes, her books, her private things Even the walls were bare No submissive greeting did call to him No lowered eye or bended knee No offered breasts or upturned ass Those things he never again would see The one thing his eye did fall upon Had been left there for him to find An envelope and folded note That has been left behind He opened up the letter there To read what he knew it would say Looked once more upon her written words In the light of the ending day "When we first met in the chat room Your words were honey sweet The flowed into my heart and soul Like a frozen child who was given heat You learned all there was to know of me While I knew nothing of you You brushed off my questions calling them crass And implied that I was rude Soon did I fall under your spell As potent as any a wizard could weave I turned my back upon career, family and friends All of them I did willingly leave To come and kneel before you To serve you as your slave To answer the dark voices so deep within my soul To seek out the life that i did crave For you I suffered the torment of the damned And often more than that as well To be worthy of the collare you placed upon my neck But you have not proven to be worth this hell You tormented me with cane and oar For your amusement I suffered paddle, flogger and crop But when I once honored in serving you I now know that this must stop Last night was the final straw As my pleas for mercy fell upon deaf ears You rejoiced at the sight of battered bleeding flesh And drank deeply of my tears I shall no longer live this way You who call yourself a Lord My journey continues along this day This dark river shall I forget" The Master opened wide the envelope And found the collar he knew he would With tight clenched fist and bright red eyes Long in the empty room he stood With a sigh he turned and left the room And to his computer he did go Creating a new screen name and personal profile He began to chuckle low He felt in his heart no great loss There were many more on line Lonely needy sub he knew well their kind The hunt was on and he connected on line The sweet flowing word and velvet touch Bind later the body but first the mind To use them well then use them up Then to cast them in his wake He knew the collar would soon be filled As he sat back to watch and wait He sits there even now on line His innocent words cast out as bait To find his victim and lure her in Unto a honeyed bitter fate 
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