Go ahead and scare me.
Make me face the ugly welcome truth that you won't stop no matter how
hard I beg. There is no safe word. Why pretend? Why pretend you would
obey? I'm the one who must obey.
Why pretend I want one?
Such a safe childhood I led. Such an overly safe childhood. Perhaps a
handful of normal risks would have freed me from this urge to run into a
burning building, ripping off my clothes as I dive into the flames.
Ripping them off - into unquiltable scraps - so there is no chance of
ever again covering my nakedness against singeing eyes.
Go a little farther.
Show me his greedy face.
Let me see the hunger dripping from your fangs.
Give me a peek
and the morning
send him back to his fury-fueled lair.
You know I can't help flirting with the beast.
You stayed his hand when together you whipped my butt. But later, as the
night dripped on in its hours of love and desire and devotion and
suffering, he pushed you away as he took the belt to my pussy. For a
week the giant darkened patches of skin spoke to how hard I tried to
keep my thighs apart, to accept the blows, to accept the pain, to offer
pale protected skin and hidden lips and once even there on the altar my
poor unprepared clit to the hard slash of the whipping belt and it was
all worth it because you knew I was trying, you treasured the glorious
sacrifice to your mastery and the leather and the pain whipped away the
walls, the barriers, the misunderstandings, the months of private pain
having nothing to do with belts across the ass and hard slaps to the
face and nipple abuse that left those poor tender little red nubs of
flesh chapped for days and days and how gladly I suffered for you and
how valiantly you pushed me only a little past where I'd been before so
that this time you just let yourself swim in the sweet soft honey soup
of your pussy slave, your angel slave, all loving and gentle and more
worshipful than ever as she wishes you could take your belt to her ass
every evening after supper before you fucked her with love or raped her
with need and now, I think, I'll take my reward and stroke my sweet
pussy till I cum.
I love you, my Master.