Collar crowned; slave to reign. I promise to use my scepter for more than delivering pain. I hold more secrets in my hearth of hearths than words can ever explain; Mysteries, madness and majesty all call home to my veins. Elect to bow and swear fealty, I will hold your vulnerability; And eat the parts of you That feel guilty from your soul. Bitter tastes are my mother’s milk, My bite can make you feel whole. Bow, deep eno...

Hostage-held in your arms, sweet captor. I feel the sadism controlled in your skin like potential energy - it breathes chills, shivers and gooseflesh into me from the grope of your grasp on my vulnerable flesh. Idle and restless, I writhe, bratting and begging for your strength to be my guide, a demented doctor in the dark, a cruel master walking me - hooded - to the auction block Let me hear how much the world thinks I'm...

The Skipper made the best troughs in the water as she sped along in the sea. The wake of the boat made the water foamy with an unbridled lust from being touched and combed through just right. And at the right time of day too! The kiss of the moonlight summon-stirred something wonderful and merkind out the waves like a kind of waterboarding witchcraft of manmade creation and nature-made. Bastian trimmed the sail and took t...