Solitary submission

Laying down naked
The tools by my side
Achingly submissive
It just won’t subside
 
Thinking of him
So far away
Wanting his touch
Every day
 
With clamps on my nipples
Squeezing so tight
Thinking of him
Every night
 
My hands move down
To my soft naked mound
Fingers probing
I move them around
 
I pick up my crop
And tap on the hood
Now I feel tingling
On my hard bud
 
I select my man’s belt
Of deep black leather
Tight round my ankles
I make my own tether
 
My submissive nectar  
Starts to flow
Rubbing my clit
Erotic and slow
 
Achingly submissive
Craving the pain
Then next in my hand
Is my favourite cane
 
A tap on each breast
Making me gasp
Each blow gets harder
Quicker and fast
 
Beating myself
Loving the pain
Ready to cum
Clamp, crop and cane