I was not free
until you brought me
to this secret place
where you intend to keep
my desire for you
I was not free
until the chill of steel
enclosed my neck
and bore the sign
that I belonged to you
I was not free
until I felt your cord
pull my arms behind my back
to make me suffer for the
want of you
I was not free
until your gag was
shoved into my mouth
so that I could not
cry out for you.
I was not free
until the darkness of your
hood closed off all senses
but the touch of what
I need from you
I was not free
until I heard the cut of air
before your whip
curled round my helpless form
to leave the marks of you
I was not free
until I felt the bars of
the cage that now
encloses me and keeps
me safe for you
Francesca Anderssen 2016
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
I was not free
until you brought me
to this secret place
where you intend to keep
my desire for you
I was not free
until the chill of steel
enclosed my neck
and bore the sign
that I belonged to you
I was not free
until I felt your cord
pull my arms behind my back
to make me suffer for the
want of you
I was not free
until your gag was
shoved into my mouth
so that I could not
cry out for you.
I was not free
until the darkness of your
hood closed off all senses
but the touch of what
I need from you
I was not free
until I heard the cut of air
before your whip
curled round my helpless form
to leave the marks of you
I was not free
until I felt the bars of
the cage that now
encloses me and keeps
me safe for you
Francesca Anderssen 2016
My Novels and verse portray a different kind of loving, that reflects my own lifestyle. between consenting adults who care about one another,
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