Should I be more afraid of him?
Should you be more afraid for me?
Granted, I have been declared off limits to the Beast, and I have been sternly warned not to do anything to incite him. But my Master is a sadist, after all, even when the Beast is locked securely in his cage. From the beginning, I called him my demon muse, because indeed there are both sides to him - inspiration and manipulation, the urge to create and the urge to destroy.
I am deep in a submissive trance,
complicated by a complicated love.
Perhaps there is a car
bearing down on me,
nipping at my heels,
until one day
My limits are
until being used
for my Lord's amusement
by a gang of thugs
for their quotient
seems a perfectly reasonable way
to spend a Friday night.
Should I be placed in protective custody?
And if I were... if you (yes, you, I see the look in your eyes, the bulge in your jeans, the wet spot in your panties), if you took me into protective custody, what would you do to me while you had me in your control? Would I be that much safer with you than at the mercy of my sadistic demon muse?