your softly breathing sleep
allows me to muse on times of love
of how you care to devise for me
such pleasures that I know not of

with softly tested link of chain
that holds me to your loving bed
to know that you are there to
shield me with your tender bonds

before slumber claims my eyes
I want to feel your hand in mine
That I may know that you
Lie close by for all our night.

I need to feel the tight confine
Of my captive self that lies within
full knowing that I am
your slave at every sunrise wake

to do your bidding here by morn
and seek your use of me in ways
that have not yet seen light of day
so you shall know me as your own

but dare I risk your wrath by want
of something in this darkest hour,
and think of all you did to me
that brought me to my frenzy here?

my fingers stray and find such wet
as you in passion full create
with desire for you now so intense
that I cannot but divide myself

and guide with care your sleeping hand
where I can ride it in my thrall
and pillow-stifle screams of need
at thoughts of being used again

your touch though sleeping forces me
into that driving ecstasy
that has become my life with you
with no other than this torment wild

that makes me use myself like this
shameless as your wanton *****
needing all you do to me
in ways that you  need me to be

After I have suffered at your whim
I need this quiet time
to think of what you did to me
to fulfill every need I have
to love you in that way.

I lie and think again of hands
that strayed around me feather soft
A touch so light and barely felt
yet it was as though hot iron had made
to brand those curves new-made
by rope that cuts in places deep.

I felt your kisses find my deepest heart
and made it pound with wanting you
with lips that moved across my skin
driving me to ecstasies I never knew
until you brought me to this secret place
to find our time of such delight.

Such is the theatre of our love,
where we entwine with one another so.
I need again your bonds around me tight
that force me to submit to you
in ways I know I must
be some other than myself
or perish from the loss of you.

Your control is now so absolute
that you no longer
need to touch your slave
only lie close by and
hold her eyes with yours
and **** her with the
softest words that take her mind
to places she had not known
until she followed you.

Such powerful words
that herald all the tortures
yet to come and do things to
her mind that wakes the promise
of your wild imagination
and forces her to crave the
words of discipline that
bind so tight that she cannot
leave the embrace of them.

You my master storyteller
tell her of such things
that were beyond imagining
until her mind was taken there
through the labyrinth of words
you wove to show
all the images of torment that might
be devised to pleasure such as she
into a state of absolute delirium.

you offer me your whip to kiss.
to wet it with such eagerness
that cannot be disguised
for I am just your wanton ****
who makes her needs so plain
in wanting what you give me now
to be the cause of pain

Why can I not do without
the torment that is you
or torture you inflict on me
in ways I want you to
can there be no end to this
I think that may be so
my flowing juices tell me of
the need I have of you

You are my cruel master now
you own all that I am
there can be nothing more than this
to feed the **** I am
I beg and crave your tortures all
debase myself  to have
yet more of what you force on me
to drive me to oblivion
a suffering that takes me in myself
deeper yet and deeper in
till nothing else seems real
only the thought of all your love
that keeps me here to feel

.....Francesca Anderssen 2016

it is that look
that makes me offer
what I am to you
and grovel for your pain

forcing my shredded self
to submit to rope
and lash
and biting chain

the sadist that is you
controls me now
my love is yours
no other life is mine

so leave me here
that I may scream into
this silent gag
bound till your return

Francesca Anderssen 2016

You have me tightly bound
and yet
there is such freedom
in what you do to me

I cannot move
under your probing hands
yet the flowing welcome
cannot be disguised

How can you know
so much of me
and how to drive me
to this insanity

Where I know
only of such longing
for what you are
and what you give

No man should know
all of what a woman is
or what my body needs
the way you do

Or the depth of
tenderness that I know
can come from only you
who keeps me here in *******

...Francesca Anderssen 2016

The craving for your whip
wanting it to mark me
to feel its hellish sting
screaming to force it on me
and the pain that says you own me

I feel its curl around my flesh
and strain at ropes that hold me
yet cannot hide
the moistening flood
that forces me to want you

the lines across my body red
will force my needing further
yet when you cut me down
and take my body to you
my wanting won’t deny you

For this is torture quite sublime
here in your darkest dungeon
your willing captive evermore
draining all you have to give
and wanting still more of you


....Francesca Anderssen 2016