Be My Mistress

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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