Special Place

Posted: November 18, 2012 in Poetry

My mind searching

For what to say

For what to do

Wanting

Yearning

To serve you

To please you

My Lady

I scan the room

Searching

Seeking

I go to our special room

I find the rope, whip and gag

I undress

Draping the rope around me

Placing the gag in my mouth and holding the whip as an offering

Upon coming home, you search for me

Calling my name but I don’t answer

You arrive to our special place

And smile upon seeing me

You lay me down on my stomach

I am tied down, but free

Tracing the whip over my back

I quiver, the pleasure surging through my body

Walking around me

Observing

Teasing

Punishing

My body red

Tortured

Bruised

But satisfied

You lean over me

Whispering in my ear

“Our fun has just begun”

Comments
  1. mirabella says:

    molto caldo love! sweet words of heart’s content. Brava!

  2. gemini says:

    wonderful!

  3. gelytayz says:

    Sounds a special place to me.;)

  4. 🙂
    What fun! sharing, like it should be allowed. Loved it. I’d probably catch a cold waiting, but loved it nonetheless.

  5. lisa298 says:

    I love how your poems seem to be only the beginning of what the night has to offer. I also love the difference in momentum

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