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I am owned by Deplore.
If you are contacting me because you wish to engage in any sort of fetish play, save yourself the time.
I am happily owned by the most beautiful, articulate and creative Goddess to ever walk this earth. I am delighted to lick the ground she walks on for even the slightest bit of approval.
Thank you Highness Miss Licks.
Other than that I am here for friendship and to express my passion for my Goddess in poetic form. If you enjoy my entries please give all the credit to Deplore as she is my inspiration and passion in life. I love you Mistress.
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I have crossed the river Acheron I paid with coins of pain and tears, I
surrendered to your will and sold my soul for the voyage to the Promised
Land.
Across the river Acheron, into the deep unknown, I traveled
to the furthest shore and I fell into torment- I writhed in pain, the
exquisite agony of submission enraptured me and I found my Paradise
in an Eden of pain.
O Goddess, destiny has brought me to the
darkness. Across the shadowy water it pushes me through the starless
night, it has brought me to the wilderness of my soul. Your steady hand
has led me to this Promised Land.
I am amongst the fallen ones who have tumbled to the
depth. I have lost my innocence. Now the pain has become
pleasure and the hurt has become tenderness.
My spirit is in tatters, it
has been flailed to bloody shreds, this is the Paradise of my
soul- the Eden of my desire.
My eyes now glow with want for your crop and beg for more- I seek the cloak of torment around me, I crave its every suffering. I am enthralled with the
agony, thus the torment is tender and the agony is bliss.
I have
crossed into the Inferno into the forbidden land. It's burning woe courses
in my veins and it's bottomless pools of ache have swallowed my
sight. My body surrenders to the pleasure of fire, as your flames
swallow my soul.
The gates of mystery have opened my mind, she is now my Goddess and I drop to my knees in worship, then kiss her holy feet. Cries and wails fill the air, my unholy voice singing
the praise of the sweet taste of her toes.
I stand
bound to a cross, loving the sacred lash, embracing the
epiphany of pain. My cries and wails fill the air with the rapture of
the consuming hurt. The purity of the lashing takes you to the bliss of
the shores of the River Acheron.
O my depraved soul, drinking the
ecstasy of torment, and swallowing the grapes of pain, and through my
agony, I have redeemed the Inferno and found a new Promised
Land.
In the darkness I wail, my limitations fill the air. My
agonized soul is released from its cage of flesh to flutter staggering
into the orgasm of bliss.
O Mistress O Mistress I pray, as
my mouth performs homage to the Goddess.
And there on the shores I have found my Eden
a land of pain and torment that is your Promised Land.
I love you Highness Miss Licks.
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I uploaded a picture like my Goddess said. I am very excited about this new profile. I've already gotten 10 mails of very kind praise of my first poem! I hope it doesn't really take 72 hours.. my Highness will not be pleased.
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Violate my body,
shatter my solitude,
as you break into my soul.
Lash the longing
of my body,
knot each passion
and tie each dark
unspoken
wish.
Give voice to my
shadowed yearnings,
that lurk, pleading
to be
released.
Fondle my dreams,
then chew on them
till they
dissolve.
Invade me,
steal my will,
cuff my wrists,
chain my
ankles,
bind me with your
hypnotic rope and
unfetter me to
float
into space.
Bind me to your bed,
roped to your will,
struggling just
strong
enough to be held tight.
Play with my desire,
handle my
thirst,
fill me with your
rigid dominance and then
flog and whip my
intimate vanity.
Use your rope and
ensnare my body,
tie
my hands and feet,
fasten me to your hunger,
ligature my heart, then
stretch me across your appetite.
Draw
welts across
my back,
whisper to my skin,
the pleasure of the
pain.
Give voice to the
ache that twists
me to flame,
let the falls
of the
flogger kiss away
my pretence.
Debase my body,
peel me
down to
my throbbing submissive
center, then take away the
shedding
skin.
Enslave me to
set me free.
I love you Highness Miss Licks
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| Age: 40 |
| Greensboro,
North Carolina |
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