I did not know such thoughts till I lay here tightly bound and pleasures that I knew not till I felt your ropes around.
I did not know the freedom that ******* could so bring or of eager anticipating how a riding crop might sting.
I did not know the beauty of being in your chains as nothing but a slavegirl to use as you intend.
I did not know the silence that a leather hood could give. locked in isolation where nothing can intrude.
I did not know the feeling of fingers touching so, bringing deep caresses to inflame my inner self.
I did not know the flowing that would be drawn from me, as hands I could not see there might reach so deep within.
I did not know the warming that would so rise inside, to make me gasp with wanting as I your knowing fingers ride.
I did not know the parting so widely of my thighs, that would accept your loving as you hard against me rise.
I did not know how deeply you would slide into me, as my moist and eager welcome would take you in so free.
I did not know that ******* could make me feel like this, to be loved in this special way was my need you see.
I did not know the rising that comes from deep within, with unstoppable explosions that blow my mind away.
I did not know of subspace that place you send me to where I am in another world until I return to you.
You have been my teacher of things I did not know, and that I was unaware of the need I had of them.
I thought myself so worldly yet was so innocent, of such dark pleasures that you brought to life for me.
You have taught me much of things I did not know, that freedom’s an illusion and incarceration’s me.
Francesca Anderssen 2018
I write of what I know from life as I have lived it. ***** yes, but in the company of liked minded people who have invariably been caring and courteous in parallel with their sadism. You might like other stuff I’ve written, (poetry and ****** fiction) available on Amazon on Kindle or paperback