Chained she waits,
Enjoying the feeling of cold metal and leather.
Thrilling in the anticipation,
Of what will come.
The butterflies in her stomach spread their wings,
And fly through her body spreading their joy.
Into her chest where her heart beats faster,
And her breath quickens.
Awaiting a sign he is there,
A shadow, a sound maybe even a touch.
She closes her eyes imagining him,
Watching her wait, watching her squirm.
Enjoying seeing her helpness,
Yet Empowered by her desires.
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