The whole elevator ride down I couldn't stop laughing,
Reaching for the thin air my breath was stuck gasping,
Once I reached the bottom floor there he was standing outside of the elevator door,
Hands out with an apology clawing at his lips,
I thought I should be the one apologizing since I broke the glass,
In my defense it wasn't enough room for what he was asking of me,
I had already did the math in my head before I had lifted my wrists but he was pressing the issue,
To be honest sizing up rooms and people is what I do,
He apologized over and over and begged me for a second chance,
One with a little less pressure,
I told him to meet me at the coffee saloon on 10th street at noon tomorrow,
That night I went home and had a huge laugh about it over some chai tea,
What I did admire was his bravery,
The risk he was willing to take at his workplace,
Possibly loosing his job,
Possibly someone hearing or seeing us,
Possibly loosing my interest because what if I wasn't a pervert,
As I glance my eyes slowly around my living room I see a set of bushes move,
Nothing too unusual,
I sit down my tea to pick out a paint brush for this evening and there was another weird sound coming from outside,
I grab my samurai sword from off the shelf and head for the door,
A few steps away then my doorbell rings,
I tuck the sword behind the door,
And it is him,
The Sub Editor had followed me home,
Every hair on my body had an anxiety party,
Tall and blonde frightened like a cat,
Mr. Editor what are you doing here?...
He had endless bags of saran wrap like he was on his way to bake something,
He dropped to his knees and begged please Mistress Becca,
Bound my body for it is yours,
I rolled my eyes and made him come in before my neighbors could see what was going on,
I can see in his eyes he needed to be trained,
The right Dom could of shot him for trespassing,
But I knew he meant no harm,
His body is an a crave and he is now to a point where he cant control himself,
I know because I have been there before,
Shallow to anything going on other than where your mind is driving you,
At the bottom of your Doms feet,
He crawls in with some ruckus,
I put my hands over his lips and whispered,
Settle down I got you,
I held his head to my calf like a new born baby,
After a few minutes of cradle I slam his head down to the floor,
I begin to vigorously wrap his body into a human cocoon,
Everything besides his lips to breathe,
I sit on top of his body and spark a cigar,
I finish drinking my cold chi tea in peace,
Sitting Indian style on top of his body,
Saran wrapped as if it was one big piece,
He is ordered to say, Thank you Mistress every fifty Mississippi's....
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