A Different Kind

Finally,
I'm bound by words.
Strung up in ecstasy
Spilling like my breasts,
Over this corset.

An ache,
A pulsing ache
Put there by you.
You.
My hand is yours,
Directed, quite simply,
Teaching me a lesson.

'That's a good girl'
I giggle inside...
What that does to me.
It's wrong,
But I'm wet.
Trained to be ready,
Trained to submit,
Trained to obey.

My pussy,
What a push over.