Dom/mes and subs

The sub

In the darkness, I draw her near
with my whips, gags, and blindfolds,
I can sense her fear
She has given herself to my will..
with a crack of the whip,
dread in her I doth instill
Why does she not resist?...
What makes her seek to serve?
She is a sub, my sub
To Dominate her is why I exist.
Some may think this perverse
We know that it is love
A love that is more diverse.

~~Ancient Master~~

The Domme

there is only...She...
breath by breath, drawn
to an unimagined shore
the space between, burns
with intricate desire
driven by each stroke
of Her

pour Amazone..


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