YES MASTER

As the warm afternoon sun filters through the maple tree outside my window onto my hands at the keyboard, I quietly contemplate my new position as your assistant.  I feel gratitude as well as the heavy sense of responsibility.  I have so much to learn.  Fortunately, I have already resigned myself to the internal feelings necessary to being this journey.  I am yours...COMPLETELY.  Mentally and physically.  I am your servant and your accomplice...and even as your accomplice, my goal is to serve you.  I tremble at the thought of bowing in your presence.  My senses are ignited by your touch.  The smell of the leather of my collar and armbands is intoxicating.  I anxiously await the tug of your hands on my restraints, the rough probing of your devices...or your cock.  I ache for your release...and the balm of your lips when we are finished.  I bow to you in KARTA...again and again.