Plaything

The leather bites into tender flesh
As blood drips from new torn skin.
Pain brings unprecedented pleasure.
Pleasure in a PVC casing
Makes her shiver in anticipation
As her bindings squeeze tighter
Bringing her ever closer
To the long sought after release.
Darkness envelopes her
As the whip caresses her skin;
Striking her to the very core.
She grows sleeker with every
Dirty name he calls her -
She's his slut,
His temptress,
And his dirty little whore.
He pulls her hair
And closes his hands around her feline neck
Cutting off all supply of air.
She gasps and moans
Peering at the depths
In front of her -
Enticing,
Inviting,
Demanding.
She lets go and feels the sensations
Tease and torment
Every inch of her flesh.
Wetness runs from her torrently,
As she collapses in an expended heap.
He undoes her bindings freeing her
Yet still in control.
Letting her know he's still there,
That she is still his
And his alone.
She is special and unique -
The perfect slave,
The ideal temptation
And his ultimate
Plaything.