Taken

When I try to move the ropes upon my wrists and ankles bite with sharp reminder that I am Your slave. Yet I test them because my mind demands I know that I am owned and worth nothing unless I am Yours. My freedom being unwanted You have left me bound knowing that Your skill with ropes will hold me fast until You return. Yet still I squirm and fight Your hellish cords wanting them to hurt me in ways that You intended when You left me bound this way. **** From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 BDSM Verses 2016

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