That need to fed. leads to me thinking about the next time and moment. Combinations of impact play and rope. The Beast finally being free to be. The things that have never been available to be shown, experienced and seen. The true and full sadist of me. I need to hurt you so badly.
Masterpiece Theatre of the Mind
I look at you
You feel my malicious
intent
The evidence
That you are my whore
tonight
My palm downward
You kneel
Prostate your
Nakedness
To me
You are my canvas
And my creative
juices flow
Tonight’s masterpiece
In pain and markings
Are you my whore
She looks up at me
Answering with
appropriate
Intensity
Her response too slow
The slap I place
Stings
We have just begin
Pulling her up by her
hair
Dragging her to the
table
Let us begin then
Rope binds
As I tighten
Into preventive
position
As flesh bulges
between
Each roped section
Reverence achieved
The sound of the cane
As my swing lights
fire to her skin
Lashes mark my
beginnings
Automated flinches
My teeth bite skin
Digging deep
Deep imprints
Left in your chocolate
skin
My canvas gains
A basis
Floggers
Whirl as they pound
Rope and exposed skin
Raised chocolate
Braised like a
Jamaican black cake
My flow crescendos
As cane and paddle
Strike in their
furious battle
My strokes bring
forth
Twisted contortions
Writhing, raised
proportions
As channeled pain
Caves the mental
walls
Into released bliss
My bliss
Amid sounds of smack
Slap
Crack
My artwork
Handiwork
Here and present
before me
I stand back
Marveled
Caught in my newest
Tormented piece
As I admire
Sit and drink
Admiring another
Masterpiece
From the chocolatezeus
collection 6/29/15 ©
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