The Art of Pleasure II (The Domination)

The Domination

Her smooth skin will feel the passion, the lust, as the whip of my desire’s slashes upon its call
Watch her sinking into my deviations, her emotions risking the fall
Her taste of submission feels good on my tongue
When she begs me to shame her, each welt felt she moans until she cums

My soft lips, in between her legs, stealing her wet drips
Her head hung backwards pussy gyrating on my face my fingers sliding inside, mouthing her slit

Pulling between my teeth her fine downy hairs
She loves it, bucking my face, her cries sailing into thin air
Legs spread, buckling, and centered
She keeps coming back to me, my rage to her body from spring to the calling of winter

Black stilettoes
Soft hands, roaming over silken flesh, on her knees, blindfolded, hands tied, licking over my polished toes
Her tongue slithering up my legs, my crotchless leather panties, her tongue consoles

You filthy little cunt
The posterior view of her physique on her knees, hair veiling her face, her ass is more appealing than the front
Taking the whip circulating, the handle over her tender skin
Her breath sucked in
Refusing her to move as she submits to my hurtful sins

My whip to her skin knows no end
One by one her back caves in
Her cries, loud, denying her to cum
The selfishness of her pain endurance, fingering myslef as bondage and dominating merge as one

Her moanful cries...emotionally she comes undone, the torture she waits, yearns for it
The tip of my stiletto caressing the back of her clit
On my kness, turning her on her back… parting her legs, my whip handle sliding inside her wet slit

Sucking on the nipple peak of a perky tit
Her pussy making love to my whip
Her satisfaction hardened as the handle twist, deeply slips
Clenching her hips
My mouth replacing the soft flicks, her cunt scent rolling over my lips

If she moves, my whip digs farther inside her and painfully roam
Her climax staining my tongue. her whimpers, knowing our time is done
My fetish, degraded
Humiliated
Bruised, mentally abused
Crawls over to my lavender scented bed
Blindfolded, bound writs, no words exchanged, said
Her back decorated with obsessional welts of red