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