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The Art Of Pleasure

The Act

Wrists secured, satin scarf tied
In my jungle, the dungeon of our fetishes, desires reside
My fingers inside her cunt silencing her outcries
Breast torture knees buckle
My mouth to her restricted nipples I suckle
The pillar of my commands, sadomastic demand
Her lovely face, shadowed tears, nipples, genital clamps
Unknow sensations makes her climax, pain upon pain always revamped

My O ring around her neck
I own the air she breaths, the space she takes, the climax juices rolling down her inner thighs at best
Under the drips of hot wax
Pushing the limits to her torture to the full max
In my mind, the fixation to please, her moans, her cringes, her body flinches
Side to side embedded as my two fingers jiggle
Smacking her apple bottom ass over and over as it wiggles

My welts imprinted upon the ownership off my little pet
Her body, her mind, I make cum and melt
Keeping her pussy wet
She’s addicted to the climatic effect

Her tender lips pasted against mine
Tasting the softness of her tongue, pleasurable, intoxicating as smooth wine
On her knees, licking up and down the alter of my ass
Her tongue upward embedded, serenading with the tip swimming in the moist bask

My pussy so tight, so creamy
A lover’s bondage tryst, beyond the realm of dreaming
Agony and desires colliding, quite steamy

My palms slowly roaming up and down her smooth thighs
Scooting her buttocks backwards for my tongue and darting deepening surprise
Pulling my mouth for the fountain of her seeping, by-and-by
Her pants, moans, whimpers, reaching back entrapping my mouth
Rules of engagement to sustain when pleasing her wet south

Biting into her skin for submissive deviant, no rules to pleasure, only a painful compromise
Her gasps echoing, licking over her inflicted punishment, a soft kiss, without explanations, no whys
Be gentle Mistress she pleaded, her skin tattered, bruised
Begging me to impose my aggression, inflicting anguish my greatest muse

My whip, my attention, my softness, she desperately wanted, needed
Silence proceeded
Need to release my sexual fetish aggression
Her flesh my dominating obsession
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