Daytra 24m

Oceans of waves
of pleasure wash over me as
my body shakes with spasm
after spasm of orgasm
Finally I can relax
as I take command,
I only need to obey
Not think, just obey
Listening to my sweet,
oh so sweet moans
Like the whimpers of an angel
my throat becomes dry
I'm exposed
open but I trust you fully
It feels so good,
like pure sweet ecstasy
My whole body
just wants to fall into
tiny pieces

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 bondage 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 bondage
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. Kinky 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 erotic fiction) available on Amazon on Kindle or paperback

your softly breathing sleep
allows me to muse on times of love
of how you care to devise for me
such pleasures that I know not of

with softly tested link of chain
that holds me to your loving bed
to know that you are there to
shield me with your tender bonds

before slumber claims my eyes
I want to feel your hand in mine
That I may know that you
Lie close by for all our night.

I need to feel the tight confine
Of my captive self that lies within
full knowing that I am
your slave at every sunrise wake

to do your bidding here by morn
and seek your use of me in ways
that have not yet seen light of day
so you shall know me as your own

but dare I risk your wrath by want
of something in this darkest hour,
and think of all you did to me
that brought me to my frenzy here?

my fingers stray and find such wet
as you in passion full create
with desire for you now so intense
that I cannot but divide myself

and guide with care your sleeping hand
where I can ride it in my thrall
and pillow-stifle screams of need
at thoughts of being used again

your touch though sleeping forces me
into that driving ecstasy
that has become my life with you
with no other than this torment wild

that makes me use myself like this
shameless as your wanton bitch
needing all you do to me
in ways that you need me to be

....Francesca Anderssen 2016

From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 BDSM Verses (Amazon)

When I couldn’t find my own love
there’s many said to me
go find yourself a master
who will see to all your needs.
I did not true believe them
it seemed so contra’ry,
that suffering and bondage
would so set me free.

I fought and riled against it,
that was not to be the way
that I should be subjected
to mindless kinky play.
Then one day I met him
the one who was to be;
he was so softly spoken
in no way masterly.

But then he looked so very deep
as slow his hand found mine,
and then as if in knowing me
my fears just fell away.
I felt a need to surrender self
without being ordered to,
o'erwhelmed with such desire
to know of bondage new.

Somehow it seemed so natural
to offer him my hands,
that they could be so bound
to give all of self to him.
As knots closed tight upon me
it was as I’d been told,
a sudden surge of freedom
that I thought could never be.

And now he is my master
he owns me totally
and never have I been happier
when he takes his whip to me.
Or ties me when I need it
and sometimes when I don’t,
as long as I can have the bonds
that hold me in ecstasy.

From the Francesca Anderssen collection
Of 101 BDSM Poems, The poetry and beauty of bondage , (kindle and paperback editions) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00VU4CPCG/
Crandall Branch Nov 2017

The sensation I miss most about childhood is the blissful freedom
We could have left this town and ran forever
I had my first kiss in a bowling alley snack bar
Within a Christmas morning star

I associate you with the winter: your shining black hair and cold words
We were both numb and it felt so strong
Could I return to the frozen bridge we would walk over every morning to school?
Making our way back to my house in the bleak afternoon

The best memory I had with you was when we tried to install a ceiling fan but it broke and destroyed the floor
Reminders of words, sharp tongues, and broken nails on trial
I go back to the feeling of my head split in two
I love the winter but I love you more

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Karl Warren Nov 2017

His trim and beautiful body laid out on the floor,
Chest rising and falling,
She watches silently from the door,
The voices are calling.
Whispers in her ears,
Eyes glazed in a trance,
He could allay her fears,
with an immodest dance.

Her loins are burning,
Pain would sooth her yearning.

Karl Warren Nov 2017

I see you dressed in wool,
My mind unwinds,
I feel a definate pull,
To see her struggle against her binds.
Tall and thin she towers,
Headphones cover her ears,
Red and yellow leaves spiral in showers,
Can I speak and overcome my fears?

Intimately we look up from the ground,
And walk our separate ways without a sound.

Pretty rich girl, softly dreaming, 
a woman is so newly waking
no use at all for dad’s financing, 
consumed by flesh that is desiring 
of wanton flows that force such rousing
to be taken far from here for using 
by men unfazed by city counting.

Then sudden blackness o’erwhelming, 
all sound and vision swiftly clouding
strong arms unseen and grasping 
to sweep her off her feet and making
sense of ropes around her tight’ning, 
with her arms together jerking
forcing back to ankles spreading
with ballgag muffled screaming 
she should now be strongly fighting 
instead there is a wild arousing.

Stripping cutting all that’s hiding 
until she’s held quite naked finding
that there’s a hood that’s closing 
round her head and isolating
from any sense of air that’s cooling
and rampant need that’s now arising
she feels excitement in so being
where she feels no fear abiding.

Put down hard after easy lifting
a lid above her slamming
the sound of engine starting 
spinning wheels now are speeding 
bound in dark she’s left a-lieing 
with mouth that gives no screaming
instead a wet arousal finding 
knowing of her inner needing.

Climax rising almost blinding 
fighting, writhing, needing tying 
her tortured form now pounding
forcing every sinew twisting
with such unsought pleasure giving 
this wanton slut who has such thinking
of brutal taking and ill using
by men she should be hating.

How could juices start their flowing 
as crude hands began their probing 
carrying to places far unknowing.
Rough voices talking of their doing, 
arguing ransoms for demanding
then finding her with wet arousing 
cruel laughing at her needing
until there comes a sweet dividing 
of her eager self though darkening
roughly forcing them by wanting 
that she is newly there for taking
captors now in forced confronting.

There can now be no disguising 
that this is life not fantasizing 
these coarse brutes so crudely using
think they’re forcing her submitting 
now she wants them by satisfying 
her every silent wanton needing 
of each to feed obscene desiring.

An iron bed prepared for keeping 
till the time of ransom paying 
fully tight is now her strapping
legs apart, wide spreadeagling
ignoring all her protests mewling 
but her bucking body thrusting 
makes her needing so enticing
till they give her what she’s wanting.

There is now for each unseen taking
a welcoming and wet demanding 
so there can be no inflicting 
that but which is urgent wanting
opening each hole for filling 
not once or twice but oft repeating
taking turns in fully using 
till they are all quite lost in spending.

With captive bound there’s no sating 
screaming begging ne’er abating 
always there is more demanding 
screaming all despite her gagging
each time her body hits climaxing
fighting , dragging now and forcing 
wearied jailers for more pleasuring
ignoring all their worn protesting
incessant in her primal wanting
who is using whom in this not knowing
when captors should be really scaring
but they have never known such needing
standing round and jointly fearing
of chewing less than was their biting
with this nymphomaniac in bareing.

Words in anger, muffled voicing 
some with reason in conferring
then a quick release of bindings 
a body hot for blanket wrapping 
with a fiesty female grappling
cursing now her wild desiring
yet unstilled with needy struggling
tossed in the car for rapid driving 
some miles back by unknown routing
while in the trunk much banging
till on daddy’s doorstep dumping 
ransom now in quick forgetting
as captors with relief escaping
while pretty rich girl leans back smiling
anticipating her next kidnapping.


From my Francesca Anderssen Poetry collection: BDSM Verse (Amazon)

I have written novels and verse about the interaction between lovers, and consensual activities that form the rich tapestry of living and loving between people who care about each other.

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The complete book of BDSM Verse by  Francesca Anderssen (101 kinky poems) is on Amazon in kindle and paperback,

together with my erotic BDSM novel "Need". also available on amazon

Love me.
    Hold me.
         Play with me.
   Display me.
But please, Sir,
                Protect me.

@LadyofRavenhill 2017
Samuel Nov 2017
17

Paper cuts make my knees shake.
World goes fuzzy
land swimming
Where are the damned band-aids?

But gore makes my heart sing.
Wrists all slit
stomachs split wide
viscera falling
Where are the flayed faces?

Blood drives scare me.
White vans all out
hiding away
Can’t they go elsewhere?

But dungeons cheer me.
Tables and crosses
and rusty chains on ceiling
our tools all spread out
Can’t we go play?

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