Forever Slave to Me

by f-cynyr ©

Your body softens under my hand
and your moist eyes plead for more,
as your naked back yearns for the
kiss of pain.
You jerk and spasm with every
loving stroke,
twisting and flinching as the flogger
licks and kisses your
tender and purpling skin,
which brings you trembling, to the edge.

With each stroke, your lips swell and glisten,
each crack of the leather tongues
licking white Irish flesh,
pushes you further,
deeper, into your lust.

Lost in the tingle of your body,
spiraling deeper to your
dark secret core,
my hand draws you back.
It denies you just yet that final release,
the surrender complete, each nerve moaning.
Your eyes and mouth
plead to me, longing for that forbidden zone.

You lie bound beneath my hands,
constantly begging for more,
mouthing the pain, mouthing the rapture.
In response to your whimpering plea,
my hand tenderly touches each swollen spot,
caressing each private throb.

Each stroke of the flogger,
each kissing blow brings you
closer and ties you to me.
Your wrists and ankles, bound as you are,
Bind you to me.

Your mouth calls me cruel,
but your body cries for more.

Each lash bites into you, and
your ecstasy becomes the
place I prepared for you.
Your body becomes the bruise I
created.
Your desire I whip and stroke,
and each exquisite throb pushes you deeper
into the place that you crave.

Your wounds speak my name,
they call for my hand,
and leak the love I give.

Your body is a sore beyond passion,
a pain beyond lust.
You carry the scars of my love.
You carry the wounds of my tenderness.
Your mouth calls me love,
as you wince with my kind of caress.
The dark marks of your body
are the memory of my hand and passion.

Your breasts ask for my hands to
twist and pull until
your swollen lips tremble and leak with anticipation.
As finally, brutally, tenderly,
I push you over into that final descent,
till you are,
forever slave to me.,

Your mouth calls me cruel,
But your body yearns for my love.