I see hate,
In eyes full of tears.
I feel anger,
As your looks sear.
I absorb pain,
I feed upon it.
I strike again,
Your arse feels my whip.
Tapping to build a strike.
Because it’s what I like.
And you will have to take.
The dynamic that we create.
This hood will hide the sweetest blue eyes.
For I can’t watch you as you cry.
But I’ll revel in glee at the cries I receive.
As the sadist in me takes what you feed.
This length of cane will dispense my pain.
Pinpoint application to drive you insane.
But I’ll remain calm as I cause you harm.
Outwardly emotionless yet inwardly charged.
Biting your flesh amidst slapped caress.
Ravaging brutally into a mess.
Sodden and sore your skin oh so raw.
You beg me master, please, please no more.