session 6

 
it's that time again
I lick my lips and bite my tongue
I want to call out but I know better
a collar and a chain says don't

I've been tormented
slick with moisture I stifle a scream
I can hear you stir
you're coming for me
I tremble inside
from excitement and fear

I've been deprived
I fight you but in the end my body always betrays me
convulsing it pulsates

signaling the end of our session
until next time...

blackness descend upon me
your face is the last I see