Slave Poem by Cassandra Nightshade
Slave
Whip me. Tease me. Do not please me.
Does it please you, then?
I need a strong master.
I need him like the nocturnal
need midnight.
I am a slave with a collar,
my leash dragging the ground.
Will you pick it up?
Shall I enjoy it
or not?
Does it please you, then?
Your approval is
my everything.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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10/31/2025 3:57:21 AM # 1.0.0
Oh but why not get the enjoy the ritual also! Who said bowing down to another can't be exciting and fun!