Collared

I see you on your knees
head bowed before me
waiting
I order you
Lift your hair
rising from my chair
bringing the collar
down to your lips to kiss
this symbol of acceptance
of your bliss
knowing
you have chosen freely
to enter into slavery
slipping
the black collar around
circling your neck
you are now bound
snapping
the lock in its place
you are mine
for however long
we have this time

© 18 December 2009
Cynthia Ryder
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