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Dominates plague

The rope is smooth and clean  
polished and shined is the chain  
I have the flogger and the crop whip  
yep check  
check  
preparing all for her pain  
 
In the corners lays her mat  
with black lace thongs as her attire  
candles burning in every corner  
the room is almost set  
for my sluts desire  
 
four leather belts are hanging  
ball gag in sight  
anal beads and nipple clamps  
a bucket of mud  
she maybe my piggy tonight  
 
a pack of cigarettes to burn  
Dom Perignon to drench my wench in wine  
a bowl of ice for swelling  
from the corrective behavior  
discipline is important and takes time  
 
What world will I create for her today  
I am the writer  
The producer  
The star of the show  
creating a world so she can leave hers  
 
My pet is finally home  
She stomps through the door complaining  
I tell her to stop  
And to take off all her fucking cloths  
That is not how you address me what was she thinking  
 
Assume your position on your mat  
I watch as she hurries out of the room  
I pause as I must embrace  
10 years together this is getting harder  
what she needs is becoming my doom  
 
This is her hearts desire  
She is happier than ever before  
every time I see her bleed  
It cuts me deep  
Inside I die a little more  
 
The heart of mine is turning black  
shift shaping I can not stop the changing  
I will always honor my queen  
always giving her what she needs  
her pain and submission means everything  
 
I fear when my heart is gone  
That this will become my pleasure  
never happy until I see her blood  
her screams becoming harmony  
her need no longer will matter  
 
tied, chained I have her gagged  
my heart is gone the queen is dead  
my fist on her lips as silent screams echo  
owning her I take the bitch for everything  
I have become what I have dread  
 
my hands around her small throat  
Chocking this world that was hers  
This show has become a nightmare  
Her blissful pain to never be felt again  
The last thing she said to me was tears  
 
She is gone  
I will never be the same again  
I cut myself in her memory  
I finally understand  
The need for her pain  
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written by Awakenedsoul
Published | Edited 4th Mar 2014
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