Owned

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Blessed is the slut who is owned,
Knowing within Him she is home.
In His embrace,
That is her place,
A look of pure love and adoration on her face,
Nothing in this world will ever change or replace
The love she feels for Him and all that He is
She is now, and always will be His

Standing on the threshold,
The look in His eyes, a sight to behold.
Knowing that she is crossing the line,
Becoming His for all time.
She ventures closer and closer every day,
His demands, desires, and wishes hers to obey.

Without hesitation, or question,
She knows without a doubt that she is His possession.
His whispered words and demands,
She knows to always obey His command.

Trembling, quivering and shaking,
She is a slut of His making.
A slave to very core,
Happy knowing she is Master's precious whore.


Kneeling on her knees, a quivering form,
She feels her heart, her body, her soul warm,
To the sound of His voice, a whisper in her ear
I own and all that you are my dear,
Have I made Myself very clear?

Happy heart, beating, dancing wildly in her chest,
She knows the only place for her is west
In His life, all day and night,
She knows now, without a doubt that this is right.

Obeying His every command, every whim, each demand
Trembling with an aching desire to feel His hand
The sharp searing pleasure mixed with the pain that He'll bring me,
Knowing that I will whimper and beg and plead,
He knows what I want and need.

Get the clamp and twist it tight,
Knowing that while I whimper, I will not fight.
The smooth round globes of glass,
Slip them in my cunt, the plug in my ass.

Rocketing higher and higher with every word,
Pain and pleasure is always blurred,
Gasping for breath, whimpering for release,
Hearing Him cum, makes me complete.
I only wish to pleasure Him always,
With every breath, action, and sound, in all ways.


He draws me in with every whispered word,
Thinking I can fight and resist, is really quite absurd.
I am what I am there is no mistake,
I am His filthy slut, His whore, His love, His to make.
To make ache and writhe, to cream and scream,
Knowing He will answer and fulfill my every dream

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