Session
I move with precision
To do what I envision.
As I move about
You do so shout.
I raise high, the whip
The handle I do so grip.
I strike your willing flesh
And see the red marks fresh.
Your head now bowed
Your heart is proud
To give what I need
Not once do you plead.
You want this pain
So you will not complain.
You know you will bleed.
This is what you so need.
You feel the sharp sting
As your bonds you do cling
Taking what I give freely
As you want this ideally.
Again I do so strike
This feeling is unlike
Any other I know
Leaving me all aglow.
More pain you plead
My nails do proceed
To claw at your chest
At your loving request.
You do so want to please
And know how to tease
With a familiar taste
Of poison we won't waste.
This is who we are
No matter how bizarre.
We do not now or ever snub
As we are Mistress and sub.
Our lives we commit
Unto me you submit
When without question
Tis the end of our session.
To your knees you fall
As memories you recall
Leave you completely sated
And both of us elated.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoville | Year Posted 2009
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