She kneels in front of Mistress, her eyes squeezed tight,
her body glist'ning in the candlelight.
She holds her breath and, trembling, waits for it -
the flogger brands her skin with every hit
and at each stroke she screams in shock and pain
yet hungers for its searing kiss again.
And down again, and down again, it comes
Until she falls completely, and succumbs.
Surrendering all conscious thought and will,
she is a vessel only Mistress can fill.
Submission breeds a pleasure born of pain
and as she cums the heat soars through her veins.
Beneath the whip she writhes and cries for more
The slave, the slut, the total bondage whore.
Rhonda Lee 2007
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