Please, Master. A poem.

Please, Master.
By minnie

Wrap the collar around my neck, and the leash too. Rip the clothes from my body, bind your chains to my wrists, my ankles, my waist. Lead me across the floor, make me crawl at your heels, keep me under your thumb and on my knees.
I’ll lap at your feet. If you want.
I’ll drip onto mine.
I’ll be your good little puppy.
Please, Master.
Tie my hands behind my back, slap my face, kick my legs apart. Fuck me rough, with my legs spread wide, my ass in the air, my hair in your fists.
Open me up. Use me.
I’ll beg, if you want me to.
Please.
Master.
Please.
I’ll take the pain with the pleasure. I’ll take the marks and the bruises. I’ll show you what I’m made of. I’ll do it all for you. I’ll give it all to you.
Just let me forget. Let me forget where I am, let me forget yesterday and tomorrow, and all of eternity. Let me forget that I am in this body, forget that I am mortal. Let me get lost. Lost in the sensations, lost in the desire, lost in the need. Let me lose myself in the rhythms, the rivets, the pulsing, the swelling deep down inside of me that threatens to take me over, even now. The quaking I feel. The swelling I feel.
Please, Master.
Please, let me be your good girl. Let me cry out for you, sob for you, wrap my tear-streaked face around your cock, for you. Let me do it all for you.
Let me be it all, for you.
I’ll be a good girl just for you.
I’ll cry if you want. I’ll absorb the pain and the pleasure and mix it all together, I’ll drink up your dripping desire, sliding off of you. I’ll soak it up, and I’ll take it in. Deep in-side of me.
Please, Master.
Please.
Consume me.


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