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Finally Free

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Gentle caresses nor soft kisses
will ever sate her ache,
only sharp, biting kisses.
The sting of My strike
burns her flesh,
yet at once warms her soul.
I stroke a need deep inside
hidden from the world
yet visible to Me.

Kneeling, heart racing in suspense,
goose bumps disguise my naked skin.
Time ceases as He enters.
I never knew a need
could be so consuming
until He entered me,
penetrating my soul
becoming my entire world.
I was claimed.

Do not misjudge her kneeling before me
as a weakness of mind, spirit or will.
Inside she is ferocious,
a lioness,
teeth gnashing flesh if need be.
Protective of the obsession
nourishing her,
fearless in her devotion
to her Master.

The touch of His hands,
hard and yet delicate,
is the essence
feeding my poverty.
His presence sets every nerve afire,
my devotion to Him
is innate,
to nurture Him with my nectar,
to devour
whenever He desires.

My fingers burrow deeply.
Burning, marking, claiming her flesh,
her body.
Denoting her submission
she is brandished proudly for all to see.
Symbols of My love and
her devotion to Me.
But do not mistaken her for a kept woman,
she is free to leave
on a fleeting whim.
Her body, mind and will
are hers.
she gives herself freely;
I take all of her.

Leaving His side
is unfathomable,
incomprehensible.
I am not bound because of His will
for my gift is His
of my own giving.
my possession misinterpreted
by society,
but His control
freed my soul.

She knows how fragile My heart is in her presence
hers to do with
as she pleases.
she holds its essence in her delicate hands,
one gentle squeeze
would crush it,
But I know it to be safe,
always protected.

Hurting Him is not an option,
for my purpose
intertwines with His,
He nourishes my heart
and my soul,
He is now the air I breathe.
His hands can mark
and sting me.
Yet, always,
His hands fiercely protect me.

She is my canvas;
perfect,
unblemished
Lovingly stretched
across a delicate frame
I am drawn,
as a moth to flame,
to the lust
of the beautiful, dark urgency
raging within her
I will forever soothe that need
with harsh, potent strokes
she is My whore,
My slut,
My dirty little girl
she is all I ever wanted
“Kneel,” I growl
she drops without qualm

My flesh is alive
with want and desire.
Only He can calm the needs
I cannot quiet for
I know with every stroke
I will be satiated.
His hunger
Driving
each thrust deeper.
Gripping the sheets
I give all
to my Master
Calling His name
as I forget my own
My heart soars
with each utterance of "Good girl"

She begs
aching,
for the kiss
of My fine leather.
Sweet stinging lashes
warming her soul,
slowly heating intimate places.
There her sweet nectar lays in wait
Flowing;
gushing from deep within
into my waiting, thirsty mouth
she feeds me,
as I consume her.

Patiently I kneel
in wait
soothed by the rhythm
of my racing heart,
knowing
he is ready
to lay claim again.
I wait for the one,
my Master,
knowing now I was born
to be taken as His.

In His possession I am Finally free.

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Written by Lilly
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