Illustrated Fetish Poetry
In my dreams I stand before you, Scrubbed clean of daily life. Aching for your touch. The chains that bind me link us together. You are Mistress , your command, my only desire. I kneel, waiting for the touch. The brush of the crop before it bites, deep into my naked flesh burning me, fulfilling me. Beneath your hand I long to feel your desire.
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