I came here to Lushland, a naive child.
Searching for a whisper that might satisfy the unknown hunger in me.
On bended knee I thought I might find my release.
A moment of perfect peace was my desire.
A need to feed this beast burning inside me.
Nothing I tried would please me.
It’s not always about the flog or the gag, or even a spanking or two.
Forget the ropes because I’m already tied up,
I want to let my mind feel free to taste my dreams.
So I opened a door to the darkest part of me,
and caught a peek of what lurked in there.
It raged to be fed, it fought its bonds, needing to be free.
No rest could be found until I fed this hunger.
I fought to keep it hidden because it frightened me.
Then he found me and led me to the threshold,
where untold pleasure through pain is the king.
He painted my body with pain like I never knew.
I shook with each fall of the lash, each slap of the belt.
Each new knot he tied thrilled me, chilled me, until my body ran red.
I shivered and quaked.
I trembled fighting for my blissful release.
The lash fell and the belt slapped, and the knots got tighter,
Until my body became his masterpiece.
He led me to heights unknown and opened me to my true self.
No limits, no boundaries, just the most exquisite pain I ever knew.
My body aching and bruised, torn and used,
He broke my shell and set me free.
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