
She’d never had to beg to come,
In doing so, she came undone.
The shock within her eyes was real,
She’d never know how it could feel!
Simple orgasms freely given,
Versus those to which she’s driven,
And in such frustrated state,
Has to beg before too late.
Tears of anguish, sobs and sighs,
Bitten lip and quivering thighs.
Knowing she has given in,
To feed a Dom’s unholy sin,
And in this chosen, weakened place,
She finds herself and her new face.
Intensified does not explain,
How her arousal comes from pain,
Collar, whether real or thought,
Reminds her that her soul was bought,
Paid to him with full disclosure,
Leaving her in full exposure,
To his whims and his commands,
Loving, needing his demands.
So with awe, her eyes meet mine,
As she’s touched the Great Divine,
Being true to who she is,
Being locked and being his.
Master Grey 2/19/25
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