Masterpiece

I come to you and prostrate myself on the floor before you
I beg you to use body as your canvas and make me your masterpiece
Every bite and sting of your paddle, strap, whip and cane are your pallet and brushes.
As you paint my body with the message and vision that is a testament to your resolve
I am a living piece of art that not only your paddle and whips change the color of my skin into brilliant shades of red, black and blue the sounds of me begging you to stop and groans in pain are music like a classic symphony to your ears.
I am your possession to use as you please
To sculpt my body with your hands with the gift that has been bestowed upon you
Until all of me as been consumed and I have experienced the pure carnal pleasure
That most men have never felt by your hands being turned into a living work of art
It is a gift you bestow upon me that I can wear wherever I go for hopefully days to come