Session

I move with precision To do what I envision. As I move about You do so shout. I raise high, the whip The handle I do so grip. I strike your willing flesh And see the red marks fresh. Your head now bowed Your heart is proud To give what I need Not once do you plead. You want this pain So you will not complain. You know you will bleed. This is what you so need. You feel the sharp sting As your bonds you do cling Taking what I give freely As you want this ideally. Again I do so strike This feeling is unlike Any other I know Leaving me all aglow. More pain you plead My nails do proceed To claw at your chest At your loving request. You do so want to please And know how to tease With a familiar taste Of poison we won't waste. This is who we are No matter how bizarre. We do not now or ever snub As we are Mistress and sub. Our lives we commit Unto me you submit When without question Tis the end of our session. To your knees you fall As memories you recall Leave you completely sated And both of us elated.