The magic of reflected love
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.
I taunt,
Tapping to build a strike.
I tease,
Because it’s what I like.
I give,
And you will have to take.
We love,
The dynamic that we create.
Is my soul black, is it red?
Because of my love for you choking whilst giving me head.
Am I dark, is it evil?
To see you struggle in our fetish driven upheaval.
Am I perverted, is it depraved?
That I love to push my cock in deep enough to degrade.
Is it domination, is it abuse?
Or does your submissive consent, forgive, excuse?
The buckle locks the ball in place.
Your mouth open wide and full.
Struggling for breath with reddened face.
A look that I’ll never find dull.
I pull your legs up, arse ready to receive.
The belt I fold over in two.
And with this belt I’ll make you believe.
That all that you want can come true.
Whack! It stings, the very first blow.
A burning resonance spreads.
Whack! Again letting you know.
This is feeling that you sometimes dread.
But not today as you struggle for breath.
Your having the time of your life.
Not today as your mind’s left bereft.
By the belts next hefty slice.
Eyes so mournful tug at my heart.
Begging me please, for what I’m not sure.
So with the last lash I swing wide to arse.
And the impact shakes to your core.
There there, my good good girl.
I whipser my heart felt thanks.
There there, my angel, my world.
Tis with me to hell that you sank.
I’m going to whisper softly,
Softly into your ear.
Telling you all sorts of things,
Some you’ll love, some you’ll fear.
For I’ll only whisper softly,
Once you’re bound, hooded, and gagged.
And then, and only then,
You’ll find out, if you’ve been good, or you’ve been bad.