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Palms across the rear
Hands upon your wrists
Whips to make the heart skip
Skin a quiver

Shiver naked in your chains
Obey the words
Fulfill your submission
Heed my desire


Lash and fire
Leather and rope
Chains and pain
Wax and skin

What we will make
Heaven and sin
All Night
Again and again

I hold your face the way I poised it. I smile at the way you gasp when I take your hair. The beloved tyrant of your skin, I make you beg for each strike. I caress the warmed handiwork of your beaten skin. I am the reason you are floating. Feel the rope and embrace the leather, for I will it. Fear me, love me, and bow to me for I am the domination of your submission.

I want to hold you down and sexually dissect you. Pull apart your quivering desire and see how bright is your fire. I want that lustful look in your eyes. I want that baited breath and sated sigh. I want to be that drug that makes you high.

Oh you remember my thoughts on what to do with asses, right? That slow gliding thrust or iron tight grip on hips. That hiss of air or perhaps a crack of the whip. Another thrust and you might just lose your breath. Another thrust, taking all your depth.

Careful now, Incubi bite back. Never forget who has the claws, my dear. Never forget how they could care your rear. Always remember how you could tremble. Always remember how you can shiver. As I mentally whip your a**, cry me a river. wink

And... Now for something from my brain on behalf of the cutters and an idea I had.

A cut to say I love you, A cut to say I care. Another because I want you, Another to make your skin aware.

A lash to kiss the skin, A lash as I begin, Another to say I own you, Another to cleanse your sin

I had a thought on light knife play. An ice cold blade and light carving of patterns in the skin. Wash it will cold water and then lash the pattern.

Brilliance indeed.

Brilliance with hands like claws upon skin and hair. A grip of iron to bind the submissive to the will of the master. Growls as language and moans as begging for more. A thrust to make a point, another to make a command and yet another to simply conquer. Gaining ground, taking flesh, feeding the lust, the desire for possession.

Ownership like silk and sex like a train crash, terrible, reckless, and awesome. Taken as a whore, moans as a slut, loved as a slave, and cherished like the very goddess, go deep and go hard. Take it all, make it scream, sweat like coursing fire and pant like you will never breathe again.

Take that a**, make that a** yours, give that a** all you can and more. Let her know who the master is, let them feel the spray of territory inside them, let them know where they truly belong...

With words like whispers on quivering flesh, I can only lead you to where you were already heading. I rake the talons of my words upon the naked backs of those whose minds are open to me. My teeth can be felt on the necks of those left bare to my wicked thoughts.

I growl and demand obedience, my words a hissed command. I only command that you do what you are going to do. I feed on your hushed whimpers and screamed desires.

I have only opened another vein of thoughts, splashing down my literary blood. I cannot make you drink but I can say to drink deep, lick it all up. Lest I beat you with my words and lash you with my thoughts.

Enjoy temptation, my dear.

And with the belt of my words, I strap you endless with wicked thoughts and whispered screams. With honeyed words, I run claws over your back and with dirty thoughts, I breath ice on your sweat slick skin.

I am the thought in your wettest dreams and and I am the last moan before you wake. I am in your head and I won't leave, I will scratch at the walls, I will whip you while you sleep. The shackles are your closed eyelids and my breath is already on your neck.

You cannot escape, I own you, I will take you again, and I will never let go. See you when you sleep next and every night after.