powerful memories
Author: submissive giana
Filed in: dominance, submission, play, rhymeher hands are bound behind her back
a blindfold masks her sight
a gag to silence any words
if arises the need to fight
a hand from darkness rises
caressing strands of hair
another moves and she can feel
the knife to strip her bare
gentle strength to guide her
face flush upon the ground
wisp of air, thunders crack
her screams fade in the sound
an endless space of time
her body pained and barely kept
a kick to force a final gasp
as down in darkness she is swept
she wakes to find a soreness
delicious in each movement made
a purr escapes as near she finds
eyes full of hunger yet to fade
upon her knees to straddle warmth
knowing soon could change His whim
heart and soul to please His needs
His slave, His day, bright or dim
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