Heart

He comes to you, silently, smiling
As his eyes wander over your bound and helpless form
Blindfolded on his bed.

Quietly, he takes the whip
Softly hitting it against His thigh,
You stiffen, straining to listen for the slightest of sounds.

Gently the cold leather brushes over your hip
Jumping at the intimate touch, as you whimper
Against the gag.

The leather meets your skin with a loud 'crack'
Then comes the sharp, sensational pain
As you arch and tremble against His chains.

Again, the whip meets soft and tender flesh
As you softly scream
His warm hand, caressing welted skin, soothing.

Shivering, feeling the cool leather brush
Over swollen throbbing nipples
Helpless to resist His blows.

The calm voice, deep with desire, whispers softly
'You'll always be Mine Angel'
And you feel safe, as the whip meets your tortured skin again.

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