i know what you need,deserve, my pet
but you won’t get it until you beg
until my cords cut into your tender flesh
and my hands and whip have soundly
slapped the contours of your perfect ass
you stand before me trembling, bare
kneel here at my feet, no I won’t
favor you yet with a touch, a kiss
until you prove your need for me
your craving for my acrid taste
your mouth, yes one of the reasons
you are still my pet, it holds me
so perfectly and pulls me deeper
with each movement, deeper still
i will take you, after you beg me enough
there is no place for fake modesty
as i untie the cords from your legs
spread them wide for me my slave
i like to stand and stare long
at your intimate flower, to watch
until nectar begins to flow from its core
my wet tongue finds each ache
massages each throb within your folds
you twist and buck and beg, i draw away
i’m not ready yet to give you release
i brought you flowers, there are roses
now....how shall i use these thorns?
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