She brings me pain,
and without ill.
In the best of ways,
she brings me chills.
She brings me down to a slower pace,
to a lower height and another place.
She makes me beg and makes me plead,
and scream for more to fill my need.
She fills my eyes with tears of joy,
I love that I'm her whipping boy.
My gift to her is all I save,
I give my all to be her slave.
I feel I move while chained and still,
for she knows how to break my will.
She's so much stronger it makes me sick,
she don't know magic and don't do tricks.
I count down minutes,
hours and days,
to be my DOMINATRIXXX slave
So is this one of your made up ones or real? Just curious....Wendy
Very brave of you to put this out there in the public realm. But work that must be done if people with a taste for BDSM are going to be more than freaks and monsters in the public consciousness. Good work. I am happy you have someone in your life who can take you to ecstasy so many don't, Allan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is great I really like it. Becca