A poem I wrote for my Master today.
I AM HIS
I am his slave, I am his slut,
I bear his mark, upon my butt
He calls me cunt, he calls me bitch,
He speaks these words, without a hitch.
His commands are solid, mine to obey,
He calls me Hon, at the end of the day.
I am his babe, I am his girl,
He selects a flogger, quickly to unfurl.
I feel the sting of the ends of the tail,
The pain increases making me pale.
His swings are relentless, as I squirm and flail,
His aim is sure, and does not fail.
I feel his hand upon my breast
His squeeze reminds me, that I'm not his guest.
I belong to him to do as he pleases,
He tightens his grip, and squeezes and squeezes.
Just when I think, I can bear it no more,
His hand drifts swiftly to bury in my core.
I arch to the sensation, his fingers evoke,
As I gasp loudly with each heady stroke.
I hear him whisper, seductively in my ear,
"You're mine forever, I will always keep you near".