Floggers bliss
Leaving lines of ecstasy as the flogger bites your skin, a mixture of pain and pleasure dealt out by your master, in a night of sin
Tied down to the bed so tight, you have no place to go, each lash brings you closer to orgasm, in no rush, he takes it slow
You hear the tails flail through the air, the sound says they're on their way, there's a moments anticipation before, on your flesh they play
Each tail brings its own sting, you get wet with every bite, you subconsciously pull at your bindings, but they're done up nice a tight
You become more vocal, you sigh and moan, you even call out your masters name, he knows what it means and flogs you once again
Puddles of your sexual pleasure run out to soak your bed, you're almost cumming now, you toss back your sex sweat head
He pauses leaving you on orgasms edge, then he lays on the last floggers kiss, with a gush of delight and sexual release, the floggers brought you bliss
THE KINKY POET