AI Art by me

My willing, giving canvas, she stood before me now,

And to my wish I knew that she would sit or kneel or bow.

To paint upon her silky flesh in hues of pain and sin,

To ravish and to whip her, she knew I would begin.

And still she sweetly smiled at me and gave me leave to start,

Submitting to my every whim, she held all of my heart.

She knowingly feeds well my devils as I do with hers,

When leather cracks upon her curves, she moans, and then she purrs.

As I reach for my next tool, she arches up her ass,

Doing as I taught her, she’s my good girl to the last.

If I may have blooded her, she’ll wear the mark with pride,

A lasting memory of our lust residing in her hide.

-Sir Jon Grey 08/22/26