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Master
Every time
I’m asked
To obey you
I do
‘Cz obedience makes me
Feel more
& more pleasure
In the games
We play
& the blindfold
Sets in me
Nervous expectations
Of the sweet sparks
Sending through my body
When you birch me...
...Your Girl
Ray Casey Oct 11
Unrelenting murmurs stabbing my brain,
like shards of glass piercing every thought.
The beast is forcing itself to the surface,
driving my very being, taking control.

“You sicken me!
Useless man that you are!
Using me, plagiarizing what I give to you.
Stop believing you can hold me down!
Oh worthless one, your frame is so weak,
I am your master, give up your fight,
surrender to me lest you face my wrath.
Night terrors will take you.
I hold its power, fight me if you wish!
Battle with me!
Hear, as my whispers whittle you to dust!
Your words are mine and the credit is not?
Prepare to suffer! You loser!
Your dementia will be great indeed!
How is it that you think your life holds value?
When I dispose of you,  
I will grasp at the next mindless fool,
devouring their spirit.

My Heart is Black, so sweet your Land.
Easy for me to sit among your fertile valley,
disintegrating and laying waste to your essence.
Internal bleeding from the way I feast off you
will most definitely rip your intellect apart!
You shall suffer! You Loser!
When I’m finished you will understand,
it was me!
Blackland Hart!
I am your Alpha and Omega!
I am your Beast within”!
I dream of a master, a conqueror who roams
Leading an army of half-empty drones
Ambitions begotten yet souls abolished
Tongues ripped apart and spiders come polished
A realm of no living, dying, only dreaming
The fruit of the mind, the only place worth breathing
Sand is our time, no clock to betray
Our perception under the universe's display

I dream and I know of a very tall castle
Set in the centre of all worlds, all cattle
I conjure my brothers and sisters, they scream
Of human emotions, long-lost and redeemed
I have laid out my tools to carry my life
To settle the dreaming, the abominable strife
The sand to blow into my children's nights
The mask to conquer ****'s realm-less frights

Though I may never walk among you again
I will be happy, remembered, well-spent
And you may live on in the real life we wonder
Where dilated truth, reaching the deep sea and under
I will be eons yet I shall be young
And you may age until kingdom come
For all the living, may I rest your soul
Into the land of dreaming, the years in our control

Shall you want a sea? Should you need the moon?
I pluck from our minds, your life is festooned
I am the passenger you never knew
I am the redeemer that dreamed of you
I will hold strong, for millennia and more
In this dreamless castle of endless doors
Disenchantment is no oddity
For I am the mind’s great commodity

So I am not broken, nor sad, nor begging
I am just tired from eons of dreaming
Sustaining a love that the void must embrace
And merely waved off by the human race
My tongue evolving, yet bitter and dry
No dream could change my saliva and lice
Eat away, for your demons, I feel
O blood, o mama, o touch of cold steel

Death, my sister, why must you succeed?
For all our life, you only plant your seed
So many plagues that I must heal
Countless nomad tears concealed
Our time will come, whence the world will sleep
And no single being will move or sweep
We will fall into eternal slumber
Later awoken by a cascading number

So maybe, I see, that we will carry on
Manifested as gods, manifesting the dawn
And as I see the races die
I can't help but see all of you as flies

I dream of a master, and it is me
I walk down an aisle of obscurity
You will dream until it exceeds your breath
And kneel to the teeth of almighty Seth
Then you shall fly briskly to oblivion
With images falling from your pavilion
Your last breath is put through me

And now, see all you can see
Be happy

The endless reaches for you, my long-dead dreamer
I will send you off into that goodnight
And you will be safe
Vale Luna Oct 5
Master’s toy
Wants to be played with
Oh, please, come play with me
I am yours
And only yours
I think that you’d agree

Pick me up
By my puppet strings
And watch me dance around your bed
Pick me up
And amuse yourself
I want a place inside your head

Master! Master!
Come visit me
Inside my little dollhouse
I simply long
To be your plaything
You’re the cat, I’ll be the mouse

Master! Master!
I get lonely
When I’m not held within your clutch
As your doll
All I have
Is constant longing for your touch

There’s one purpose
I am trained for
And that’s for you to enjoy
Forever conditioned
Forever enslaved
To be Master’s little toy.
Moeshfiekah Sep 21
Grip her neck
And take her into pure bliss
While making her drip with your whispers.
How she mentally ***** your mind in a way so capturing and craving . Where you enter a place of bliss . You never want to leave. Creating a longing you never thought you had
somewhere between the fourth and fifth
load of laundry
sometime after breakfast~lunch, now served in the USA at home,
as an all day meal, per the edict of Mcdonalds,
start fixing dinner, take a break, walk to the mailbox,
retrieve the post and quick retreat back inside,
ah that Texas sun, bilingual chili hot,
toss the unopened on the prior weeks pile,
cause everyone loves company

the home-cold-brewed ice coffee needs refilling
for the fridge has decided not to help by automatically refilling the pitcher,
and I,
besides,
need two hands and teeth
for folding
sheets

my master observes with one of his alternating demeanors,
this one, super silent watching, announcing that  I need a nap

“don't you always say, baby,
take a nap when you can, baby,
for when you need one, baby,
you probably won’t be able”


with select-led fingers he lays me down,
bids me to slow sleep, dinner will keep,
curling inside my frame, hands on my *******,  
telling me a drowsy tale, inherited from his mother’s ****
and her daddy’s eyes and mind

there, is where, they find us, dinner fixings burnt,
me and my five year old baby boy,
still sleeping fast, around 6pm, bodies enwrapped,
tied by blood and entwined in old nursery rhymes,
Texas tall tales of Pecos Bill,
me and my very own
nap-ster master

<•>

p.s.  and they call me by my other name
to wake me,
momma
Moeshfiekah Sep 15
My **** *****
Your lips I crave.
Your master on her knees.

Your hand , my throat
So please take note.
A master you could be.
How she gets me to drop my dominant side and still calls me master still baffles me people
Allen James Sep 14
Silly little wishes,
Fantasies and dreams,
Who but me to make them true?
Or so that way it seems,
Twice a day, a minute spent,
Begging my soul's master,
Oh I could count a thousand prayers,
Without a single answer,
Kneeling down on tender knees,
Beneath the mercy of a rope,
Wishful truth may set me free,
But the cruelest lie is hope,
So of these vacant, mystic promises,
I've grown weary and suspicious,
If I am *** then *** is dead,
And so are all my wishes.
Sam Sep 11
I want to be great, I want to paint, draw, sing, play guitar, juggle and dance.

I want to run a half long marathon, achieve greatness when I have the chance.

But with only 24 hours a day, I fear it can’t be done.

I want to travel, see the world, be successful and have fun.

But here I sit at home, when I should go on a run, it seems I am a jack of all trades,

But a master of none.
Wait!
Don't move.
  He already won,
   There's nothing else to prove.

Wait!
Don't try.
  He's holding back your wings,
   He won't let you fly.

Wait!
He's hiding.
  You need to be careful,
   'Cause he's lying there; waiting.

Now listen -
You thought he loved you,
  Remember I warned you.
   He just needed you to be there,
    To do his bidding,
     Whatever he asked,
      Whenever.

You were enslaved by his c
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                                               m
                                               s.
He stopped you from doing so many things,
Even leaving the house.
He held you in an I.R.O.N. F.I.S.T.
He didn't trust you, see?
I warned you from the start,
But you didn't listen.

Now you see the monster,
And you run back to me for help.
But you're trapped.
You can't run from him,
You can't hide from your master.

You laid your bed in the grave he set,
And sooner or later you must rest your head.
Thank you for reading ❤.
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