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The room goes dark Its time to play Bewildered look on Her face Glowing by the sheen From candles lit Let the games begin A dark voice says Sweat builds on her brow Like a tear drop No sadness here She awaits in anticipation Her body is tense Ropes, whips and chains Hanging on the walls Will we be used today Takes hold of the ropes Ties her to four posts Attached to a bed Dressed in silk clothes So soft where she lies He covers her eyes Field of view obstructed Heightened senses Like a cave underwater No life expected Her ears come to life Tingling with slow breathes From his cold mouth Frozen lips Icy tongue She gasps for air Her body bare First time playing He isn't easy On her A big smile forms No serenity Pleasure is torture She wants more Craves deep within No whips No chains Nothing more than Hot and Cold hands His Toy Moving across her body Up and Down Exploring her map Over the hills Through the valleys From chest to navel Mouth to Mouth She licks her lips In slow motions Like a fan oscillating He tastes so good So much emotion The smell of leather In the air Takes a deep breathe as He rubs the ice Down the Hills Is it too hot? Is it too cold? Her brain can't function What is this? is it Pleasure? Is it pain? She wants to learn His tender touch Is it love? Is it hate? Is it passion? Confused reaction Please stop! No, keep going What to do? What to say? She says nothing She has escaped Into the confines of Her mind distressed Obsessed She is fully obliged To Him Mouth to lips Passion fruit Cant move She comes undone Her body contorts Hair stands Like trees in the forest Goosebumps What has happened? She'll never tell Forever changed Her body fell Into his arms Her Dark Tormentor JM 10/4/16
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
Dark Tormentor: The Beginning
The room goes dark Its time to play Bewildered look on Her face Glowing by the sheen From candles lit Let the games begin A dark voice says Sweat builds on her brow Like a tear drop No sadness here She awaits in anticipation Her body is tense Ropes, whips and chains Hanging on the walls Will we be used today Takes hold of the ropes Ties her to four posts Attached to a bed Dressed in silk clothes So soft where she lies He covers her eyes Field of view obstructed Heightened senses Like a cave underwater No life expected Her ears come to life Tingling with slow breathes From his cold mouth Frozen lips Icy tongue She gasps for air Her body bare First time playing He isn't easy On her A big smile forms No serenity Pleasure is torture She wants more Craves deep within No whips No chains Nothing more than Hot and Cold hands His Toy Moving across her body Up and Down Exploring her map Over the hills Through the valleys From chest to navel Mouth to Mouth She licks her lips In slow motions Like a fan oscillating He tastes so good So much emotion The smell of leather In the air Takes a deep breathe as He rubs the ice Down the Hills Is it too hot? Is it too cold? Her brain can't function What is this? is it Pleasure? Is it pain? She wants to learn His tender touch Is it love? Is it hate? Is it passion? Confused reaction Please stop! No, keep going What to do? What to say? She says nothing She has escaped Into the confines of Her mind distressed Obsessed She is fully obliged To Him Mouth to lips Passion fruit Cant move She comes undone Her body contorts Hair stands Like trees in the forest Goosebumps What has happened? She'll never tell Forever changed Her body fell Into his arms Her Dark Tormentor JM 10/4/16
A poetic story. Part 1 of a series. More to come.
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Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 10:56 AM UTC
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