Sharpe objects used to create pleasurable wounds on the skin,
Crimson liquid flows, you look at it like it’s the most beautiful thing.
Painful grip but not to ****,
You smile boastfully well aware of your skill.
Shiny black leather around the throat,
While you whisper thoughts sounding like a Salem oath.
Such soft hands causing this much pain,
Beware for it will mess with your brain.
Fear not venturing out into subspace,
For despite the pleasure this love will cause you unforgettable ache.
Call him master or you’ll be punished,
Be obedient and you will flourish.
Soft lips attacking your body, exploring every inch of you,
Causing you to wonder if such pleasure can be true.
Just when your legs start to shake,
That’s the moment you’ll finally be awake,
After realizing it was only a dream,
You’ll be in suspense when you see the marks on your body which it leaves.

So you say you’re sadistic, I think you’re perfect,
You might be creepy in some way, but knowing a ****** is worth it.
I don’t know if you are this way by choice, or if it just grew on you, but I like it,
I like your weirdness, your playful aura, your personality and the fact that you’re a ******.
I want to know something though, I want to know what goes through your mind when you stare at me,
Do you **** me a thousand ways in your mind, do you eye **** me or do you imagine me at your knee.
Do you want to have me helplessly begging for your pleasure?
Or would you rather have me all ******* and waiting for you to discover every inch of me like a long-lost treasure?
Must I give you my body so you can carve your name on it?
Would you find pleasure in choking me while I moan out your name like the ******* I am? Would that make you feel pure bliss?
Your ****** is growing within you, it yearns to get a release from the cage you’ve placed it in,
Don’t you want to feel the blood on your lips while you view the art you’ve created on my skin?
You find pleasure in hurting me, I find pleasure in being hurt,
A ****** and a submissive *******, do you think that will work?
Do you like whips? Or you’re the restraint type?
Are you a ****** just for now? Or will you be this way for life?
Either way, my mind imagines a lot about you,
I wonder if these sinful things will come true.
My body yearns for your bruising touch, please master, please touch me,
I long to be sexually hurt, I long to bleed.
Tie me down, lay out your rules,
I swear I’ll follow them, after all, I’ll be in your school.
Use your paddle and spank me mercilessly if I misbehave,
Don’t feel remorse for me after, for even the spanking will sexually arouse me just the same.
Command me to go down on my knees,
In the end, if I fail to swallow every single drop I want you to punish me.
Honestly, I just want you to make me shudder under your touch, I’ll still crave more,
Take my body and do whatever you want, even if it leaves me sore.
You favor the color red, slice me open and you’ll see the color you so desire,
We both know we can put a calm to each other’s raging fire.
Please, Master, make it hurt, make it hurt in a way which will have me begging you for more,
Please don’t ignore me, don’t leave me on the other side of the door.
Yes you are sadistic, you know you’re
You might be creepy in some way, but knowing you is worth it.