You have me tightly bound
and yet
there is such freedom
in what you do to me

I cannot move
under your probing hands
yet the flowing welcome
cannot be disguised

How can you know
so much of me
and how to drive me
to this insanity

Where I know
only of such longing
for what you are
and what you give

No man should know
all of what a woman is
or what my body needs
the way you do

Or the depth of
tenderness that I know
can come from only you
who keeps me here in *******

...Francesca Anderssen 2016

The craving for your whip
wanting it to mark me
to feel its hellish sting
screaming to force it on me
and the pain that says you own me

I feel its curl around my flesh
and strain at ropes that hold me
yet cannot hide
the moistening flood
that forces me to want you

the lines across my body red
will force my needing further
yet when you cut me down
and take my body to you
my wanting won’t deny you

For this is torture quite sublime
here in your darkest dungeon
your willing captive evermore
draining all you have to give
and wanting still more of you


....Francesca Anderssen 2016

What is this force that is in me
That drives me now to submit
I cannot understand its power
nor my need of wanting it.

so I seek you out as Master
knowing the pain you will bring
as I beg for the slightest attention
to reduce me to less than a thing

....Francesca Anderssen 2016

Take me as your very own
tie me as your love demands
use me now and use me fully
force me down to your commands

I need to know your chains upon me
such craving there will always be
to want your ropes to hurt my body
so your bonds will set me free

Submission is my total needing
wanting you to make it so
taking me to places strangely
where I cannot help but go

You’re the one who now must hold me
I’ve sold myself to your control
with my freedom gone forever
now that you possess my soul

so tie me tighter yet and tighter
my screams must bite the gag you give
use my mind to make me suffer
this is how I want to live.


.....Francesca Anderssen 2016

You cannot leave me
with the ropes you left
trailed across
the bed where you
loved me to exhaustion

You cannot leave me
with just the
thoughts of
wanting yet more
bonds restraining me

You cannot leave me
wanting such pain
as you gave to
me when you bound
me in your special way

You cannot leave me
needing cords to
hold me down
while you look at me
with  tender lust

You cannot leave me
with freedom I do
not want or need
unless you are here
to give me your restraint

You cannot leave me
free to crave
Your ropes
till you return
to tie me yet again

You cannot leave me until
I beg for you again
to force me to
be what I want to
be for you my love

Francesca Anderssen 2016

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

I am left
in quiet solitude
knowing nothing
of where I am
save my body pressed
against this tree
and the bite of rope

so that I know

I am his naked ****
left here at his whim
bound tight with
rope cutting into
me as I squirm
in futile helplessness
bringing myself such pain

so that I know

I cannot scream
or plead for His release
however it should come
his gag has left me
silent and unknowing
with no sound of him who bound
me thus, naked, alone

so that I know

I cannot see
his blindfold gives me
only blackness and a fear
that it might not be Him
who finds me thus.
that hands that touch me
might not be His.

So that I know

I am his and
that I have given myself
to him to dispose of
as he pleases.
forcing desires from
the very depth of me
with arousal I cannot hide

So that I know

I must listen for footsteps
softly treading on the
fallen leaves around me
and straining against his
ropes will drive me harder
to mark my skin
and make me wet with need of him

So that I know

I want the kiss of
His lips or his lash
to caress me, the hands of
the stranger who will come
and give me what I want
while I am here, so helpless
while I am so tightly bound

so that I know
* Francesca Anderssen 2016

If love is pain and pain is pleasure,
Then these bruises she shall  use as,
your affection measure.

To visualise love,
To feel your feelings,
To sense it as her wounds are healing.

Seeing, hearing,
Following Your  scent,
To know just what it represents.

She’ll take the leap,
relinquish control
As further she delves down your rabbit hole.

Enjoy the journey
but were’s the destination?
Your marks, your love? The correlation?!!

Some want to hurt,
some want to bleed.
To watch the inner anguish freed.

A world, a life,
A religious order?
His canes the relics to to this mental disorder.

See external pain,
is internal anaesthetic,
His marks she believes to be truly stigmatic.

Clad in vinyl
Bound and gagged
My whip cracks
Cleave clefts of flesh
And the blood trickles
Lightly
Pain is pulsing
Penetrating prior unknowns
Chains and leather
Inclement weather
The pain and pleasure
A pinnacle of understanding
Transcending
Our reality
Like lsd
A mind ****
Of the brutal but beautiful
An ode to those beyond
Rather above the pale
I tie your hands
Bind your feet
Kiss your face
And release
The Master.