By Ropes, Chains and Serving
The shades are drawn
my choices gone
The night, begun churning
Alone for now
i don’t know how
i’ve come to this yearning
The room is dark
And furnished stark
A cross in the corner
The chains that clink
The ropes that sink
Into skin with fervor
i cannot see
my eyes will be
Covered most relentless
Without a gap
The blindfold wraps
i won’t see my Tempest
my wrists are bound
No freedom found
Drawn high up above me
The cuffs that bite
Steel tempered might
Hold secure their duty
Thick leather bound
my ankles round
The bar spreading widely
But still held more
Secured to floor
i hang stretching idly
i make no sound
Silence surrounds
Soft whimpers and groaning
my jaw held tight
Against all fight
Gag leaves only moaning
Beyond closed door
Past miles of floor
Soft voices discussing
As night gets late
Terms of my fate
my pulse swiftly rushing
Though i can’t see
Objects that be
Hanging ore’ the room round
The tools of pain
That come to rain
On my skin with sharp sounds
The waiting hard
For any shard
of leather that bites me
How long i’ve hung
From ceiling’s rung
The time has escaped me
The door unlocks
The sound sends shocks
Of anticipation
Things to be felt
That raise the welts
Lustful pain sensations
Footfalls explore
Across the floor
No word has been spoken
Throughout the room
The lurking doom
The silence unbroken
i hear the sound
Of objects found
For pain - tools of passion
Then back near me
Time come to be
Her toy, Her possession
Lust being fed
Skin turning red
Sweet pain rushing through me
Gag-muffled screams
Fulfilling dreams
Beg for Her to use me
Welts rising high
Bruise-colored thighs
The session exquisite
Deep redness wins
Heat from my skin
Such a scalding visit
i hang there spent
my strength all lent
To whip, crop and flogger
The session run
my will be gone
My body is for Her
i am helped down
my limbs unbound
i lay on the cold floor
She leaves me there
to others’ care
Tonight there is no more
Once on my feet
She speaks to me
A good pet i have been
Sent on my way
‘til the next day
Chance comes to serve Her whim
submissive life
That blossoms ripe
Wishing pain and hurting
The life i lead
i have been freed
By rope, chains and serving
The shades are drawn
my choices gone
The night, begun churning
Alone for now
i don’t know how
i’ve come to this yearning
The room is dark
And furnished stark
A cross in the corner
The chains that clink
The ropes that sink
Into skin with fervor
i cannot see
my eyes will be
Covered most relentless
Without a gap
The blindfold wraps
i won’t see my Tempest
my wrists are bound
No freedom found
Drawn high up above me
The cuffs that bite
Steel tempered might
Hold secure their duty
Thick leather bound
my ankles round
The bar spreading widely
But still held more
Secured to floor
i hang stretching idly
i make no sound
Silence surrounds
Soft whimpers and groaning
my jaw held tight
Against all fight
Gag leaves only moaning
Beyond closed door
Past miles of floor
Soft voices discussing
As night gets late
Terms of my fate
my pulse swiftly rushing
Though i can’t see
Objects that be
Hanging ore’ the room round
The tools of pain
That come to rain
On my skin with sharp sounds
The waiting hard
For any shard
of leather that bites me
How long i’ve hung
From ceiling’s rung
The time has escaped me
The door unlocks
The sound sends shocks
Of anticipation
Things to be felt
That raise the welts
Lustful pain sensations
Footfalls explore
Across the floor
No word has been spoken
Throughout the room
The lurking doom
The silence unbroken
i hear the sound
Of objects found
For pain - tools of passion
Then back near me
Time come to be
Her toy, Her possession
Lust being fed
Skin turning red
Sweet pain rushing through me
Gag-muffled screams
Fulfilling dreams
Beg for Her to use me
Welts rising high
Bruise-colored thighs
The session exquisite
Deep redness wins
Heat from my skin
Such a scalding visit
i hang there spent
my strength all lent
To whip, crop and flogger
The session run
my will be gone
My body is for Her
i am helped down
my limbs unbound
i lay on the cold floor
She leaves me there
to others’ care
Tonight there is no more
Once on my feet
She speaks to me
A good pet i have been
Sent on my way
‘til the next day
Chance comes to serve Her whim
submissive life
That blossoms ripe
Wishing pain and hurting
The life i lead
i have been freed
By rope, chains and serving
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