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The real deal
The real deal
Stretched till you can't stretch no more, your arms are tied up high, you feel the sting of the crop, you close your eyes and sigh
Each strike across your arse, makes a battle scar, you will have some bruises and you may not be able to walk to far
Hanging in his dungeon, your favourite place to be, where the pain helps to calm your mind, it sets your spirit free
He twist you around to face him, it makes your bindings tight, he puts clamps upon your nipples, the pain it feels so right
You feel the moisture between your legs, as your juices start to run, he gently slides a finger in, whilst stroking your sore bum
This kindness mixed with pain, is what your master gives, he guides you in everyday, he is the reason why you live
To serve him and love him, to attend to all his needs, to share with him your body, to fulfill his kinky deeds
He reaches for a butt plug, he slides it in your bum, he's pulling on your nipple clamps, he tells you not to cum
Orgasm denying tactics is he's favorite thing to do, he takes you to the very edge, he stops and watches you
He loves the desperation, the need within your eyes, the wanton look of needing, as he strokes between your thighs
Making sure not to brush your mound, he loves to hear you beg, he gets down on his needs and nibbles at your leg
You start to thrash around, you ask permission for you to cum, he nods at you slowly his denial game is done
He puts a leg across each shoulder, he pulls your pussy to his tongue, a few flicks and a lick and you're about to cum
He buries his face into you, like a starving man with a pie, he eats at you frantically, you starts to moan and sigh
Orgasm washes over you, he drinks your pussy's wine, lapping at you viciously, he thinks you tastes devine
Cum soaked and exhausted, the masters unties the bonds, he holds you softly in his arms, a thing of which you're fond
Because as much as you loves the pain, you may want it nice and rough, but you love your masters caring side, he's soft but also tough
A balance of a real Dominant, no plastic or pretend, you know your masters the real deal, on this you can depend
Ron
Stretched till you can't stretch no more, your arms are tied up high, you feel the sting of the crop, you close your eyes and sigh
Each strike across your arse, makes a battle scar, you will have some bruises and you may not be able to walk to far
Hanging in his dungeon, your favourite place to be, where the pain helps to calm your mind, it sets your spirit free
He twist you around to face him, it makes your bindings tight, he puts clamps upon your nipples, the pain it feels so right
You feel the moisture between your legs, as your juices start to run, he gently slides a finger in, whilst stroking your sore bum
This kindness mixed with pain, is what your master gives, he guides you in everyday, he is the reason why you live
To serve him and love him, to attend to all his needs, to share with him your body, to fulfill his kinky deeds
He reaches for a butt plug, he slides it in your bum, he's pulling on your nipple clamps, he tells you not to cum
Orgasm denying tactics is he's favorite thing to do, he takes you to the very edge, he stops and watches you
He loves the desperation, the need within your eyes, the wanton look of needing, as he strokes between your thighs
Making sure not to brush your mound, he loves to hear you beg, he gets down on his needs and nibbles at your leg
You start to thrash around, you ask permission for you to cum, he nods at you slowly his denial game is done
He puts a leg across each shoulder, he pulls your pussy to his tongue, a few flicks and a lick and you're about to cum
He buries his face into you, like a starving man with a pie, he eats at you frantically, you starts to moan and sigh
Orgasm washes over you, he drinks your pussy's wine, lapping at you viciously, he thinks you tastes devine
Cum soaked and exhausted, the masters unties the bonds, he holds you softly in his arms, a thing of which you're fond
Because as much as you loves the pain, you may want it nice and rough, but you love your masters caring side, he's soft but also tough
A balance of a real Dominant, no plastic or pretend, you know your masters the real deal, on this you can depend
Ron
Published 14th Jan 2021
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