Ropes

I practice
For your fetish
A sense of trepidation
Not fear
For the part I play is aggressor
Yet it is not my way
The darkling within cringes
Lest I release
Lest I forget who we are
So I sit here
I practice the knots
Making this a technical challenge
Tomorrow
We play
I shall bind you
Position you to perfection
Then I shall sit next to you
Play the DVD
Watching you as much as it
Seeing you tortured
Occasionally I shall kiss you
Perhaps a nibble or a lick
When I see you ripe
Your breast swollen
Loins dripping
I will listen to your breath
Gaze into your eyes
For they will tell me
When finally I am satisfied
You will cum
Though bound
You shall be first
I would have you wet
Flooded
When I take you
You will not care
Sated
Engulfed in the bliss of my tongue
And as your body satisfies mine
I will hold you
Impaled and immobile
As I set forth a deluge
Afterwards we shall bathe
Giggling
Then in my arms
You will cry
As will I when you ask of her
We will love all the more
For our words are binding

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