As You tightened the nipple clamp, the pain flashed
but i thought to myself, as the dueling thoughts clashed
that it actually felt good, and my body did treasure
when my Queen caused me pain, i enjoyed the pleasure
of Her dominance over me, as the pain did display
in the absolute clearest and most obvious way...
Her dominance over my body, it's a feeling i crave
and when i feel that pain, those memories i save
and thoughts in the future, return to the days
when She displayed Her power, and her slave prays
that he'll get to feel it again, one day real soon
and quite often after that, not once in a blue moon...
The desire to be whipped, and taken to task
is written on my face, i don't wear a mask
because the pain is pleasure, You may think it strange
but i hope every day, that You'll expand the range
of displaying Your power, and imposing Your will
please know that pain is pleasure, i can't get my fill
You may ask Yourself, why does this make sense
and not sure i can explain, except the times whence
that i felt the pain, doled out by my Queen
it turned me on, like i've never before seen
when You squeeze my nipples, as hard as You can
that pain is so pleasurable, that i pray my ass You'll tan...
so i can feel in a physical way, the power You own
and with each swat i'm sure, You'll hear your slave moan
as the psychological impact, of what You are doing
hits my brain and i promise, that i'll never be ruing
these thoughts i've laid out, these feelings are real
and i know You may not like them, but that's how i feel
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