Master mine

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Master mine

Master mine

i am in this dungeon,
put here with love,
i can hear You moving,
in the house above.

left here to wait,
filled with desire,
not knowing yet,
what You will require.

the time goes by,
so much just a tease,
the waiting game,
only wanting to please.

strapped in tight,
my body and hands bound,
blindfoled and gagged,
exposed wet mound.

i test my bonds,
trying again to move,
Your strength of knot,
you easily prove.

i always must test,
even after i am told,
its a waste of energy,
they will surely hold.

it's up to you,
if i am to survive,
the knowledge of this,
is what makes me thrive.

Your presence here,
as You take comand,
not one word said,
no order or demand.

my eyes grow wide,
showing my dismay.
the new toy in hand,
to teach me to obey.

my body stretched,
forced to comply,
my wordless begging,
i hear you deny.

each sting of Your touch,
a sweet precious pain,
i long for the feeling,
of Your loving cane.

total power exchange,
only to You do i submit,
You take me to the edge.
my release You finally permit.

let out of bonds,
You tender arms around,
it is my true place,
that i have finally found.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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DeepEclipse commented on Master mine

11-13-2009

The submissiveness of this poem is attractive as hell. Giving yourself to the feeling. Surrendering to the passion to please. Good choice of words throughout.

Rygar commented on Master mine

11-13-2009

submissive expressions of masters desire, knowing the passion consumes you like fire, waiting in the dungeon you burn, anticipating the masters return, with quieting directives the obedience is true, the release and the aftermath and loving ensues, from the outsiders perspective this may seem cruel, but the bond that is shared cant be broken with tool, the time that is shared in the painful place, breeds the love that comes from the masters embrace... i enjoyed this piece. :)

Johnny4444 commented on Master mine

11-13-2009

Ah- yes, the sweet dilemma of sensual containment; the awesome submission to unequivical danger; the driven-crazy delight of rapturous denial- teasing you to the outer cutting edges of frustration and madness, while at the same time blessing you with the dilerious dilemma of not being able to be anything but perfect. Unless, of course, he did not restrain your mouth, in which case perfection is threatened by the ever-present temptation of wanting to say something deleterious.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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