Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Nothing thrills me more than being gagged and bound.

A masked muscular man

Approaches me, whip in hand.

I know not why I'm being punished,

 Yet a twisted part of me takes pleasure in the pain.

"Stop!" dare I yell?

Or shall I be punished yet again?

I am ashamed that I yearn more

Of a maltreatment so gore.

Master orders me on my knees,

Then has his way with me.

The sick pleasure delights us further and further

As we die inside each other.

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