As the ropes
are bound around my wrists,
Your eyes are filled with glee.
Leather gauntlets adorn your fists,
in your face my punishment I see.
Against the wall with loving care,
through the ring the rope is laced.
You run your fingers through my hair,
and towards the wall I'm faced.
Around the room you carefully walk,
searching for a whip or chain.
Wanting to teach a lesson,
not solely to inflict some pain.
I plead "I'm sorry"and cry with remorse,
your visage downcast and sad.
Scream until you are quite hoarse.
for no one can hear you my lad.
Applying the strips you have carefully chosen,
with skill you do let leather fly.
For with the gasp of each stroke,
wind whistles as if a sigh.
Stripes appear across the flesh
of one so stubbornly owned.
All proper pets must be trained,
their manners perfectly honed.
I love you my dear,love you so true,
Is what your voice does say.
With my whip I show my care,
Only to me be true.
A brutal tale not for all,
Not a bed time story.
to hear a tale of the fall,
that made him bound for glory.
Lowering her love to the ground his Mistress applies a salve
to the wounds she has inflicted.Looking up, he sees tears in
her eyes.A love so true as to make the angels cry,and demons
weep.Hands so lovingly smooth his skin... the salt of her weeping
falling upon the rent flesh.A reminder of the bond that is shared
between them as lovers,friends and soulmates.
She wails to him..."Please dont make me repeat this for
it tears at my soul to see you suffer so!"her cry echoing
in the room barren and desolate.
His soft moans can be barely be heard over her sobs,"Forgive
me Mistress for I know not what I do."
"You Fool!!!You silly fool."she raises to her knees,leans
forward and kisses him softly upon his lips.
"Someday my pet you will thank me."rising from him
she looks down at his bruised body.One last ,lonely tear streaks
down her cheek.
"Such a beautiful soul.Thank you my Love for the gift of
yourself.No richer treasure can be known such as the gift of
ones Life."
"Now rest,heal and be well.Tomorrow we start fresh ."and
she departs,leaving him to sleep the slumber of the loved.
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