Ramblings

The floor cold and hard against my skin. I drag limb after limb across the surface. My eyes seeking upward through soaked lashes. For the Dominant at the other end of my tether. 
Muscles electric and yet exhausted. I crawl after Him. At His feet. Watching His strides ahead of me in the moments I allow my head to falter. 
I enjoy my space down here. I have one job. Stay close. Stay eager. Await the oncoming artwork. 
Down here the world outside does not exist. Only my collar. My leash. My Dominant and His beautifully twisted mind. 
On my hands and knees I am committed. On my knees I am dedicated. Exposed I am available. But in all, I am free.