Measurements in a subs mind

The cold air means nothing
Except nipples being harder
Easier to add nipple clamps
I endure the pain cause it peaks
The flick of a toungue wet and hot
In the cool night air threatens to be the death
His hot breathe making tantalizing wisps of pleasure
Icy sweat rolls down my spine
Only that is torture
My posture quivers
Under the strength of his hands
Sweet surrender
The pure an utter lack of control
Is the most sensual of release
Your ability to have pleasure at your command
The wave of his hand at my throat
And he pulls from me his pleasure
Taking my mouth
Nothing would i deny him
And another level of submissive grace
I attain each platoe by mastering
The last my past before now
Matters not to him or i we know
Our respectful places there is nothing sweeter
Than his approving kiss to my lips
In that moment im his he is mine and there is nothing
But us perfectly in tune finally in unison
The pain the pleasure both in perfect measure