BDSM

 
feeling the rhythm of the place
inside your dungeon's hall
an exotic feel of leather on skin
hisses through the air
as strap seeks target
releases the sinful greed
bound by flesh
never to be free
 
so seductive is your flow
orgasmic rush
as you enter with force
breaking in my back door
taking what's yours  
 
I'm not haughty
I am straight up rebellious
naughty Vixen playing
on your exalted grounds
Sadism serves you
I've developed a taste for blood
will you be able to keep up with me?
 
you secure my hands behind me
then gag and collar me
bringing me down on all fours
you finger my tightness
tasting my wetness
you know I'm wanton
 
you methodically break me down
in Psalms and Proverbs  
giving it to me old testament style
a modern day Prophet
with a cult following
got me screaming hallelujahs  
to a dead god  
who won't hear my pleas for mercy
 
taken to the point of pain
so deep in no one will hear me
you baptize me in gasoline
then set me ablaze
while you fuck me doggie style
and get off
 
I'm forever branded internally
by the fire of your cock
the master over torture
has had his way
 
then with a look of disdain
says "bitch now what?"