Games

The gleam in your eye as you grab a fistful of hair
Makes my eyes close, makes my lungs lose their air
 “Yes Sir” I softly whisper as I drop to my knees
Not a thing matters now except that you’re pleased

Around my neck goes your collar attached to a lead
You make me crawl behind you, increasing my need
You’ve taken what’s yours - mind and body together
With nothing more than a look and these two straps of leather

You smile as I unzip your pants, releasing your cock
My response to silent demands has made it like rock
You force it into my mouth and call me sweet dirty names
They may be degrading but that’s part of our games

I’m your cum swallowing whore, your little pain bitch
When you call me these things, my insides twitch
I know I’m the star of your private porn smut
You tell me I’m only your cocksucking slut

I hear your words and aching fills every cavity
Consumed by wicked thoughts, I’m lost to depravity
My back cries out for your whips, for their sting
I long be nothing more to you than a thing

I’m just a thing to beaten, hurt, fucked, and used
A rag doll to be smacked, spanked, and abused
I crave the sensation of you striking my skin
I beg to be hurt by you again and again

Who is most perverted, is it me, is it you
When together we do these things that we do
You for treating me in such a harsh way
Me for wanting to be used like this every day

Many others would view such games with disgust
But our games are addictive for they fuel our dark lusts
Some people would say it’s nothing less than abhorrent
We call them vanilla because we know their sex is boring