Listen to the screams How ones fragile heart begins to speed Her arms bleed, Told she is an evil seed. Having desires that the elders claim are spawned from hells fire She can be shy but behind her mask she is a spitfire watch her walk in her tight laced boots, her legs a mile long. She sings a song, and now you are enthralled. Little do they know her sanity has snapped. More and more she slips away Tired of faking Every Day Pretending to like the sweet vanilla when she longs for rope and chains. The only thing that can bring her back, to feel that lovely Sting oh the Pleasure that Pain can bring! Her candles burn the wax thick and hot. Dribbling down silken flesh She hisses, her teeth clench, She moans. She has exceeded the boundaries yet again But it feels so right. She no longer wants to fight. She can see, she is normal she is not the only one! The wax cools and sticks to her skin but that just means the fun can begin again. With her arms tied back in reverse prayer She looks up at her Master without any cares. Because now she knows she is Home. In her masters arms. No longer will she hang her head, letting Zealots fill her head with dread. No longer will she hold it in, Because now she can let it all out. In her pleasured-by-pain shouts
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 06:53:52 +0000
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