Corrupted

You have corrupted my senses

I see your whip

and where,

 I should feel only fear...

I tremble with desire

craving the pain

searing into my skin

the burning pool

deep in my belly

setting flames of lust

licking through me

You've addicted me

to the intensity...

to the power You radiate

as You hold my fate

in the palm of Your hand

exposing my rawest needs

In each blow that lands

you have taught me

to feel love

Thank you for loving me Master

My Master Is So Mean to Me

My Master is so mean to me

He plays with my body squeezing me,

Fingering me and caressing me endlessly

Driving me to a grasping, frenzy

He likes to see me squirming, panting,

Writhing and whimpering, in tears,

Begging for release

He keeps me on the edge

Left in a almost constant state

of needy, aching arousal

Broken by shaking

crashing orgasms at His command

He is so wonderfully mean to me.

Completely yours

Kneeling
Held against you
Completely yours

Missing you

I am trying hard not to 
miss you before you are gone
I am trying to focus on the next week 
on savouring every second
on being grateful for every moment
and trying not to worry
about the days.. the nights.. the time
apart


Written June 22, 2011

Feasting

I lay back.. stroking myself slowly..
slick, wet and throbbing
I am squirming and needy.. 
Your words in my head
every thought and feeling I have about You
knowing that You have given me 
every touch of my body 
that every orgasm is your gift to me
I am stroking quickly now and orgasming
over and over again it hits me
shaking and quivering
an unbearable ecstacy
knowing You want me to feast..
to feel it deeply and completely
my body writhing and bending as I lay
slowing.. oversensitive and sore 
before starting again..
feeling You with me
until my body can go no farther
and curl up feeling You all around me