Musings of a Dom .... D/s relationships through the eyes of a Dom

For venia ... the beauty to my beast ❤️

Primal beast circles his prey
as tempestuous storms abound
Wet, wanton, whore, suspended in chains

dangling with ethereal elegance and feline grace

Gagged

Bound

Bruised

Used

Wielding dark implements of torment
thunderous growls of his sadistic lust
turned  reason into dusty oblivion
while candles dripped with decadent delights

Teeth

Abrading

Body

Shaking

Breathing harsh with desperation
whimpering ... coaxed into abandonment
kisses of his whip licking carnal pleasures
she crumbled at his feet

Writhing...

Panting…

Begging…

Her speech unintelligible
barely  audible, he strained to listen, as he heard her say…….

more …... please.

Primal Beast growled ....  assuaged by her surrender.

~WW