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Forgotten Safe Word
I go a fool
with a foolish prayer,
where sins are payed
to a white warrior women
in cladded black leather.
Arriving at this clandestine location,
gives off my first bout of fear stopping every inch of motion;
before entering underground chambers, riddled with the screams of pleasurable pain.
Dark by night, poorly lit dungeon halls, lead with torch light.
To what mother mistress calls Executioner's special room. With raw experimental sense, feeding curiosity it's fuel.
I lay down in someone else's shame, feeling their sick twisted love for torture.
Doom approached in sexy black heals, eyes tracing the legs fishnet in stockings, black leather and lace. White vitreous skin surrounded firm velvety black widowed lips, complete with flowing darkness hair and black onyx eyes, that if you dare.....stare.......one enables himself to wind up trapped in a pit of despair.
She claimed to be the sultry forbidden godess, Mistress Philter.
I began to speak only to be gagged and told,"Your name is dog, when I pull on you to walk; but I shall call you worm as you crawl to my feet and lick upon my heels."
I've known but few times in my life to turn down a woman, with authority! This was no woman but a sucubus, and one you don't say no to.
It was like a spell, at her beck and call.
She commanded her will with her silly testing antics. Then legs and arms chained down,
As the she-devil announces, "let the maltreatment begin!"
First she scolds, because I was in her words,
"A puny and weak worm."
Given unto me was a simple safe word.
Even to this day one cannot remember, and I guess that's why this experience will haunt me forever.
Whips and clamps, I grinned and bared.
Teeth gnashed when she was too rough with the penis.
Leaving marks with no knowledge of future scars, she lit a smoke and blew it in my face while her eyes said I will fuck you with serious hate.
Stop is long since overdue, I beseech my mistress
give me my paid release.
"No!", Is her response.
Not with out a safe word and you are not worthy of a cum.
Torture is hell, and will go on until the allotted time; that is of course if you don't forget the safe word.
with a foolish prayer,
where sins are payed
to a white warrior women
in cladded black leather.
Arriving at this clandestine location,
gives off my first bout of fear stopping every inch of motion;
before entering underground chambers, riddled with the screams of pleasurable pain.
Dark by night, poorly lit dungeon halls, lead with torch light.
To what mother mistress calls Executioner's special room. With raw experimental sense, feeding curiosity it's fuel.
I lay down in someone else's shame, feeling their sick twisted love for torture.
Doom approached in sexy black heals, eyes tracing the legs fishnet in stockings, black leather and lace. White vitreous skin surrounded firm velvety black widowed lips, complete with flowing darkness hair and black onyx eyes, that if you dare.....stare.......one enables himself to wind up trapped in a pit of despair.
She claimed to be the sultry forbidden godess, Mistress Philter.
I began to speak only to be gagged and told,"Your name is dog, when I pull on you to walk; but I shall call you worm as you crawl to my feet and lick upon my heels."
I've known but few times in my life to turn down a woman, with authority! This was no woman but a sucubus, and one you don't say no to.
It was like a spell, at her beck and call.
She commanded her will with her silly testing antics. Then legs and arms chained down,
As the she-devil announces, "let the maltreatment begin!"
First she scolds, because I was in her words,
"A puny and weak worm."
Given unto me was a simple safe word.
Even to this day one cannot remember, and I guess that's why this experience will haunt me forever.
Whips and clamps, I grinned and bared.
Teeth gnashed when she was too rough with the penis.
Leaving marks with no knowledge of future scars, she lit a smoke and blew it in my face while her eyes said I will fuck you with serious hate.
Stop is long since overdue, I beseech my mistress
give me my paid release.
"No!", Is her response.
Not with out a safe word and you are not worthy of a cum.
Torture is hell, and will go on until the allotted time; that is of course if you don't forget the safe word.
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