Her beautiful full fire fueled lips are painted dark red Her purple and black corset sets a mood of anticipation and dread I know I’ll be licking her boots later on once the ink is dry With swiftness my mistress will punish me until I quake and cry
But I remain in awe at the wall behind her, a collection of toys The types of things that make men scream like bitches and fuckboys Yet I find an elation in the expectation of what she’ll do to me Ms. M has a gem of an agenda that renders a painful ecstasy
You're my carnage Twisted desires in between stations I'll never stop coming for you Imprinted on the lampposts Your guardian of pleasure A little bit of pain Grandeur of seeing Light, vision, clarity We bleed together Visceral Moody Spectacular
She raised herself above me, releasing her grip, giving me a chance to breathe, movement was still not an option, the padded handcuffs kept me in my place, her nails carved their name into my willing flesh, crimson letters trickled out and showed my obedience to her satisfaction, adding to our delight she brought the small leather whip down, stroke after stroke and all I could do was ask for more as she continued to smile.
Resplendent was her body aglow. Draped in ivory so flawless, for his endearing inscriptions; hues of red did it beckon. Beneath him; onto her flesh so divinely incandescent and supple, his declarations there called. To her heart-shaped rear, the insignia of his hand; such the contrast to behold. As the postmark she loved, he then rendered more sweet little inflictions. So ethereal was she; draped in ivory with the hues of red it beckoned.