Torture Slant

I have a new torture slant,

To make you cum until you can’t.

Multiple quaking releases,

Pleasure that never ceases.

You’ll moan about the pain,

As you cry out orgasms again and again.

I want to test your will,

I want to extract all the thrill.

I want it for me, mine.

No matter how much time.

I have a new torture slant,

To make you cum until you can’t.

I want everything you have inside,

I will not be denied, don’t you dare hide.

My Fear?

I fear that I might break you my toy

That in my exuberance I may just employ

A little too much force here or there

You might pull something, possibly tear

I fear I might hurt you my slave

That whilst you’re tied and I’m being depraved

A slash of my belt might burn too deep

That my little Angel may cry, may weep

I fear I might burn you my love

That the Devil will be closer than those from above

That we together may just lose our souls

As wanton lust swallows us whole

I fear all these things above you see

The things you bring forth from within your Beast

The need he has to dominate you

The need I have for all this to come true