a broken masterpiece

"Oh, look, the scene unfolds, a twisted tale of desire."
A chuckle in his voice, as his words ignite a fire.
She hides her blushing face, in the confines of the bed,
Like a bird, trapped in a cage, longing to be freed.

In moments of surrender, pleasure starts to find its way,
A small "yes" escapes her lips, as she tries to delay,
The ecstasy consuming her, an impossible task to succeed,
For the sensations coursing through her, are too urgent to impede.

"Do you feel the softness, my sweet, down between your thighs?"
After all those weeks, love, where you sought ecstasy, confined,
To a porcelain throne, cold and unyielding in its embrace,
Rubbing her private garden, as he watched with a smirking face.

And sometimes his hand, would stroke his hardened flesh,
Ready to release his essence, upon her face, oh how she'd thresh,
Or demand she bend over, taking her from behind,
As she trembled and moaned, her pleasures intertwined.

And other times, he thirsted for a golden shower,
To mark her pleasure, as she reached her climactic hour,
The tag upon her panties, wagged with wild intensity,
As she moved with fervor, driven by a burning propensity.

His thoughts wander, the temptation to claim her once again,
To enter her back passage, where pleasure clashes with pain,
Yet he restrains himself, aware of the aftermath that would ensue,
For he knows, to keep her in her place, he has more to pursue.

"Come for me, my darling, your pleasure is now complete,
But remember, the toilet is where you'll next find your seat,
Remain face down, when your sweet release is done,
For it's back to where it began, until another one is won."

And she, panting and breathless, struggles to regather her strength,
As she obediently displays her intimate stretch,
Her moans mix with his thrusts, as he invades her with desire,
Searing pain mingling with pleasure, fueling the raging fire.

The sharp ache distracts her, wiping away her bliss,
But she endures, hands upon flesh, beckoning his loathsome kiss,
He ravages her tightly, deep within her sacred space,
A painful reminder of her submission, an unspoken disgrace.

He relentlessly continues, knowing his release is close,
His pleasure fueled by the depths he seeks to impose,
It's not just taking her orgasm, but something more sublime,
A performance for his pleasure, an act marking her prime.

And when he withdraws, she's left abandoned in her despair,
Feeling the soaked pillow beneath, her secret woven in the air,
The burning pain lingers, a reminder of her plight,
Her body aching, her spirit shattered, lost in the darkest night.

As he pats her tenderly, his words of praise cascade,
For in this twisted realm, she is the toy he has made,
"You're a good little jerk-off toy," he utters with disdain,
And she, a broken masterpiece, dreams of breaking free from this chain.