A far cry
She never knew what hit her the moment she stepped through that door, she entered a BDSM virgin and left a kinky, naughty whore
She was tied up and beaten she cried out and begged for more, she was released from her biddings and flung onto the floor
People cued to touch her, both men and woman all took turns, doing anything they ever wanted, giving in to all they're kinky yearns
Every part of her was touched and used, she was a sacrifice to their wants and lust, she had bruises on her body and bite marks on her bust
The woman seemed more gentle some men were kinda rough but she was on the edge of ecstasy, she just couldn't get enough
After the night was over she was treated with such love and care, the marks faded eventually but the wonderful memories were always there
That was many years ago now she's a Domme with many submissives of her own, its a far cry from her kinky beginnings, when she was fresh and felt alone
THE KINKY POET