The Masochist's Chains

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I am a masochist and this is how I feel about my master

Submitted: April 10, 2017

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Submitted: April 10, 2017



Being out of my body is like a rush from the world that lifts me and twirls me toward the sky

And the heat of your flesh, the whispering from your lips behind me is like adrenaline in a vile

I am just a slave to my existence and a slave to your satisfaction

Pain is nothing, pain ends, it bleeds me out with such lust for more

And I can’t get enough, or quench my thirst

With every single throbbing lashing that pierces my skin like thorns

I writhe in ecstasy and take in the sudden flow of immaculate desire

If I ever get a chance to be more than your slave

I know that I could stay in this forever

The more you bind me and the more you try to make me feel the more I fall under your spell

Shackles that grip my wrists now while I’m bent against the wall I’m awaiting your next move

Excitement shoots me into bliss of the endurance

You rip into my skin and your nails are like glass

As you cut into me I become intoxicated inside your kiss

Bitten and bruised

Somehow it makes me feel alive

The perfect sadist sinking his teeth into his willing masochist

I am the object of your pleasures and the gateway to your power

You lick the blood from my back, taking my spirit into your own

It’s a bond never broken and a sacrifice sewn

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