The presence

he presence

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There in the crowded room she can feel it.She shakes her head and tries to ignore it but it is there and she cant deny it.She feels the presence. She can feel the power and the magnetism.People all around are talking but their voices become muffled almost a blur. There is only one voice she hears in that room.It stands out over the crowd.It demands her attention and she is drawn to it.It is a calm seductive voice and she hangs on its every word.She has become intoxicated by it. She tries to concentrate on the others but her mind is following the presence everywhere it goes.She searches the others for any indication that it exists in them but she knows she wont find it.She glances across the room and looks into the eyes and the power has become stronger.She can feel herself tremble when He comes near.She becomes weak and can feel the slow burn of desire building in her like a fire.The desire for the slave to surface in her. Logic tells her to run,submission makes her stay.She tries to hold a glance with Him but its to overwhelming and she must look away. She wonders to herself....if she can feel His power in a crowded room can He too feel the submissive side in her? Does He realize that the power in Him has awakened the need to serve in her? She tries to hide herself from Him because she knows that she has become very vulnerable and prays He doesnt notice..With her heart racing and fantasies of dungeons developing in her mind...she runs off into the night.She is thankful she kept her composure and she hopes that she hid the true slave in her from the Master in Him.