This Hood Will Hide

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.

Graced with rope

Slender body,

Long lithe limbs.

Graced with rope,

Tied for sin.

Openly fettered,

No guard to protect.

As fingers probe,

Your lust wet.

Tongue and lips,

Tease mercilessly.

A whisper to a slave,

Cum for me.

And then my Beauty,

As you tense to release,

I stop, I laugh,

Your bastard Beast.

Daily Prompt: Torn (His Own)

Tattered, torn, used, worn.

Exhausted, yet somehow reborn.

Taken to heaven, pulled through hell.

Collared servitude, freedom dispelled. 

You’re a good girl, come good on request.

Slave to your master, doing your best.

For which he has gratitude in kind.

So long as he has control o’er your mind.

Your body now belongs to him, his.

His own lil slave, his very own lil miss.

via Daily Prompt: Torn