Her eyes are locked upon me, open windows to her soul,

For I have broke the barrier that used to keep her whole.

With sobs and tears full steaming, she begged me to go on,

To torture her deliciously from dusk until the dawn,

And somewhere in that twilight time, she melted down for me,

Forging into someone else down on her bended knees.

Willingly and purposely, she pledged to me her all,

My property, my little slave, she’ll ever heed my call.

“I will obey! I will obey!” I tattooed on her skin,

To disobey is painful and she’ll not do that again.

Not that I would but that I could snap fingers then point down,

And she would take her proper place beneath me on the ground.

Is it bad? Is this wrong? No matter what they say,

I know she wants it all like this, there is no other way,

For we are blessed to feed to each the darkness that we crave,

And we will stay connect long past mortal time or grave.

Those eyes, they tell it all to me within her darkened blue,

I hear the whisper of her soul, “I now belong to you.”

Master Jon Grey 5/925