The Cruelty Of My Heart.

by f-cynyr ©

Out of the broken sky
you tumbled into the solitude
of my mouth and imprisoning
hands. I have chained you to
my darkest need. Now, you are bound
to me by pain and blood, bound
to me by cruelty and tears.

I have savaged your wings,
and burnt the shine from your eyes.
Now I bind you into slavery,
shackle you into servitude.
Now I am your breath and the sound
of your beating heart.

You are the whimpering and the
tears, as I open the moist darkness
that is you, forcing you to descend into
my deepest need, using you to feed
my blackest craving, and still your
pleading mouth opens for more.

You lie cuffed and chained,
your body bleeding its submission,
I opened your tattered soul with my
rending hands. Your agony is my
ecstasy, as you surrender
to the cruel limits of my heart.

Your vacant eyes plead for
the wounds and scars that my
mouth will leave, your swelling
eyes plead for the loving damage
I will tattoo on your breasts.

Your fallen body, bruised
and cut, crawls into mine.
You weep despair at your final
surrender of servitude, as you
abandon the last piece of your
broken hope to the aching need
of my tainted heart.

You have faded beyond
the craving of your body,
you have fallen into my
lashing hands. Cuffed
and beaten, you leak away
the last light from your
starving eyes into the
darkest pools of my love.

With my leather and chains, I
bound your twisted wings. With my
ropes and whips I marred your
fallen flesh.

You no longer exist, you have
fallen into the torment of my hands,
you have fallen into the twisted
desire of my love. You have sunken
into the darkest depth of my lust,
into the consuming pit of my heart.

Now your servitude is mine, now
you are bound to me as the silver
light is bound to the moon, as the
darkness is bound to the night. Now
you are forever doomed to
the cruelty of my heart..

You On Your Knees

by f-cynyr ©

You, on your knees
before me,
longing for my dominance,
craving my collar.
You beg for my hand
and ask for my discipline.

You on your knees,
craving my touch,
throbbing for the sting
and thud that releases.

You have handed me your
soul to tie and bind,
you crave the flogging,
you hunger for the lash
and every kiss of the falls.
You starve for the beating
and the freedom it brings.

You secured yourself
to my will and handed
me the tenderness of
your submission.
Now you are tied to my
voice,
chained to my command,
now you carry my mark.

You crave the pleasure,
you crave the pain,
your eyes whisper and
plead,
wanting the ropes,
wanting the restraints.

You whimper to be bound,
hands cuffed and tied,
you pray to my ropes
and leather hoping
that they will bite,
knowing that
the tighter you are bound,
the deeper you will fall.

Your body is mine to
bind and beat,
your body is mine to
spank and cane.

You crawled to me
and in your passion
kissed my feet,
filling your deepest need.
You lovingly submit
to every smack of my hand,
every lash of the flogger.
You crave every strike
and ask for more.

You are desperate to dive deeper,
but I haul you back,
save you from yourself,
hold you safe,
till next time you
come crawling.

A Dom Responds to “Violate Me”

by f-cynyr ©

I will cuff you
and tie you
and use you as I please.
I will flog you
and cane you
and whip you into a frenzy.
I will take you
and break you,
I will bruise you
and brand you,
then tie you to my bed.
I will bind you and chain you.
I will strip you
and tease you and,
in time, consume you.

I will make you ache,
make you weep,
and then make you
grovel for more.
I will cane you
and smack you,
till you whimper,
then make you gasp,
till you ask to kiss
my hand.

I will dominate you
and keep you on your
knees and bend you
to my will.
You are my bottom,
to punish and slap,
I will paddle you to the
edge of your lust,
and then make you shed
all of your dignity.

You will kneel under
my golden shower
and bask in the
glow of your burning skin.
I will blindfold your trust
and pin your hunger
and feed you every
morsel of me,
till you have had your fill.

I will hold you captive
and violate you,
bind you and wrap
you in rope.
I will care for you,
and treasure you,
I will teach you my
desire and then lead you
to yours.

My whipping will release
you, my flogging set you free.
I will bind you and bruise you
and use you,
but always keep you safe.

I will take you,
and twist you and
spank you till you are
numb and sob.
I will flog you and smack you,
then take you from
the front, then flip you
and take you from the
back.

I will own you and keep
you, I will rub your
desire, and fondle your
need.
I will make you plead,
and bring you to your
need.
You are mine to do with
as I wish, I will take you
and guide you, and
above all cherish you and
keep you safe;
because you belong to me.

The Agony Becomes Pleasure

by f-cynyr ©

In your frenzy, you pull
against the ropes that hold
you, and your eyes and mouth
plead for the punishment that
would bring you release.
Your limbs ache to be captured
and tamed with whips and lust.

You clench and unclench,
in begging to be beaten,
and I whip and flog and spank
till you tremble and spasm,
till you reach your precipice;
then the artful rubbing of my hand,
captures your succulent nub
and rubs and rubs.

Relentless, I keep you prisoner,
as you flood and spasm again and
again, the pain becomes pleasure
then pain again and you thrash
and twist to escape.

But my cuffs and rope
hold you victim, at the mercy
of my passionate rage,

I torture your sweet
pearl till the agony
becomes pleasure,
as you travel further
and deeper into space.

The fountain of your loins
gushes till my hand is slick
and the bed is soaked
and your body empties.

All you are is a clenching
throbbing nub and I release
you to float, then you return to
be nurtured and to
suckle at my loins.

Sub Song

by f-cynyr ©

This My Master, is
my song to You.
I give to You
this hymn of love
and devotion.

I give to You
my most
precious possession.
I give to You
my gift of
obedience, of body,
mind and spirit.

I long for Your hand,
I long for Your whip.
Most of all,
I long for You.

Cuffed and at Your feet,
helpless and vulnerable,
I tremble for Your caress.
I long to swallow whatever
You give.

Bound and chained,
my body is Yours.
I stay open for You
waiting for You to fill me.

Stretched and tethered
and roped,
Your hand brings me pain,
Your hand brings me pleasure.

I render my spirit
to You,
I long for Your firmness,
and Your throbbing discipline.

Collared and leashed,
I crawl to You,
to sit at Your feet,
to be Your pet.

You bind my body
with chains and rope,
but You unfetter my
spirit, You set
me free.
My desire I give to You.
My servitude,
You hold in your hands.

I am on my knees
for You,
there is no ordeal
of flesh or spirit,
that I will not bear
for You.

All this I willingly
give, for
You are my master,
my One.
My DOM.