Don’t worry

Rest now

Lay your head down
Your Mistress will take care of you
Her hands caress
gently through your hair
and her mouth whispers
soft words
that are meant
only for you

Rest now, dear slave
you may experience this too
safety and tenderness
a place to hide
a feeling of ultimate trust
a deep sense of security
surrounded by pure love
no longer lost

© Mrs Moriah
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