The silky touch of flesh against the rough texture of leather
The exotic smells of *** mingled with fresh candles

The pale *** unmarked so different
Than the well marked ***

A cane with a wicked whish falls across porcelain skin
The cries of pain, anguish, despair
Actually in reality are cries of pleasure, need, and desire

No No she cries when her body says YES! YES!
Writhing against binds that hold her
The muscles strain against the ties

Pulling against them as the cane continues to mark her fine flesh
Straining for release
But afraid to release

The Man’s firm touch demanding nothing yet everything

Whish
Whisp
Whish

Nice stripes across the ****** ***
Lovely welts of color across the thighs
Well placed marks

The girl dazed as the moisture drips from her ****
Unable to stop the bodies response to this brutality
Her mind fighting it over and over
Her body relishing it like a wonderful spa treatment

The cane firm as the girl fights

Whish
Whish
Whack

Each mark landing in that one particular spot untouched
The feelings building inside

Hotter, oh god so hot
Panting through the pain yet the immense heat exploding within
Twisting, pulling, yanking on the binds

Feeling the pressure growing moving to the edge
Eyes closing as the well placed marks continue to thrash her flesh
The cane moving to another spot

The rigid *******, then the dripping ****
Sliding the cane back and forth
Back and forth against that swollen ****

Finally submitting to the fires that burst free all at once
Screaming out as the desire bursts free

FREEDOM!!!

Body jerking with intensity of the ******
Body on fire from the stripes of the vicious cane
Crying out as spasm after spasm soars through her aching body


Tears fall from the overwhelming emotions that rage within her head
His hands smoothing the tears away as He cuts her down

Carrying her to the bed
Cradling her through the turmoil
Always there for questions
He is there for her fears
And most of all there to heal any wounds

Thank You Master for freeing me

Thank You Master for showing me just how ****** I am

Thank You Master for all that You teach me

His hands begin to explore her striped flesh
Pinching the stripes until she is once more putty in His artful hands

Crying out for more
Begging and pleading to pleasure Him
His whisper reaches her ears

My pleasure love is seeing you let go
Seeing you surrender your all to Me

Show me
Let it go
Give Me it all


And of course she did over time
then time
and time again

Written By: Niyahlove aka niyah2  All rights reserved