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by: Sir Wolfr1 2000 Unto her computer she did go Her movements slow and filled with pain Her limbs stiff and sore She eased herself into the chair And tried wisely not to cry out As her abused flesh did protest and rage From the lastest D/s bout He had claimed to be a Master She knew him now to be nothing of the kind He had weaved his lies so skillfully Could time ease her pain of heart and mind Not just the pain of battered flesh She knew in a few days that would fade But the pain in her soul that shattered her trust The mockery of things held dear he had made She remembered her ex-husband's words How he had told her that she was sick How she trusted once her dearest friend Who told her this was an illness she could lick She thought how at work she stood tall When what she really wanted to do was kneel And how men would ask her for a date Never to understand how she did truly feel As she typed her password in Not a sadist or an abuser but an honest man Who would understand the passion she held within She knew that the hunt would soon go on She knew what she had to find He was out there somewhere a proud strong Dom Who would understand her heart, soul and mind One who would control her And yet would not abuse such trust One to whom she could serve as a loving slave Who would not be overcome by his lust One to whom she could bend her knee And not be seen the lesser for One to hold her and mold her and make her His And under whose boot she could soar He who would understand this burning need That made her different from the rest One who would hold her and make her feel safe Even if she failed his test= A man like that is worth the cost She thought to herself deep within her mind What is broken flesh or promises and trust If such a Master I can find One who can fill my days with happiness And fill my nights with passion and love One who would make me crawl beneath his boots Or soar in the stars above Someday I will find him Someday his collar shall I feel Only then can this hurt be over As in pride before him I do kneel Somewhere not all that far away There before the computer screen A Master reads a profile And understands what the words did mean For he knew that he was a Hunter And that was yet the hunted all in one He reached his hands out to his mouse and smiled As once again the dance had begun Perhaps this one he thought to himself As he entered the command Not a gamer or liar, a head case or whore One who will kneel before me where I stand One who would take that which I would give And give that which I would take She with the yen to match my yang Within each a thirst for the other to drink And so even now the game goes on Where Hunter and hunted are one A dance of love and respect, of passion and trust With each other something wonderful to begin 
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