Submissive Whore – A Poem

domination phone sexWhen being willing to submit,
And accept what you get,
Leads to desire,
And fans the fire,

When him using the whip,
To make the blood drip,
Makes your pussy gush,
And your heartbeat rush,

When feeling the pain,
From being hit with the cane,
Brings out the lust,
It’s all that you trust

When what you were made for.
When what you adore
Is just to be used
and completely abused

Being bound by leather belts,
So tight they bring up welts,
When being a submissive slave,
Is the life you that you crave,

When he pulls on your hair,
While you are bound to a chair,
You know you’re a slut,
You feel it in your gut.

He puts it deep in your ass,
You are fucked by a toy made of glass,
Not a drop of lubrication,
Still, you love the vibration.

You’ll never be a loving wife,
No, that’s simply not your life,
You are a subby whore,
Down deep within your core.

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