His

       
she was his whore spread eagle  
pink invitation always ready if he called  
a true Sadist he liked to make her wait  
smokey-eyed and wet, his sweet little nymph  
 
he could bring her to ecstasy with the gravel in his voice alone  
low and rumbling commanding her to obey  
she did as bid. any extreme she was always ready to please  
 
a Sadistic artist her cunt the medium he used  
to orchestrate full control over her mind  
he was cruel..not allowing release until she begged for it  
her body was his to torture bringing her so close to orgasm  
then withholding pleasure...his greatest instrument pain  
 
he flailed her porcelain skin relentlessly  
and her body bore the punishment  
her greatest fascination was the agony she adored and hated  
it made her feel alive and he knew it  
he knew her better than anyone  
no one else understood her need for pain...not as he did  
 
she loved and hated him most for the emotional pain  
manipulating...she would force his hand  
he had no choice but to be cruel with her  
she would accept nothing less  
 
she would break a weaker man and had  
he knew this about her and kept his distance  
admitting his ownership but never his love  
his love was in reserve...she would earn it  
 
she would prove her unflinching love and trust  
as he punished her flesh  
beating the devil out of her then kissing all her welts  
collecting her tears as proof she had a heart  
she did but only for him  
 
in submission, she found freedom  
a place where she was free to love  
 
His pet  
His woman  
his masterpiece