A Penitence of Burning

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This poem is dedicated to my Princess, who owns and rules me forever. Her word is my law.


"A Penitence of Burning"

She sat me upon an unsettling chair
Shivering, fearful, entirely bare
Never had I been punished here
I grit my teeth and repressed my fear

Her anger exploded an hour before
Yelling and cursing, slamming the door
Then regaining composure, stilled to the core
In strength she went silent – a Goddess restored

Something reacted and I fell to the floor
I could not understand why I argued before
My quarrelsome nature I've always deplored
Now there was horrible torture in store

My mind went blank, dispelling the daze
A tantrum for naught, for she stood unfazed
With head to the rug and asscheeks raised, I
Gestured for mercy 'neath the crush of her gaze

A click of her fingers; I proceeded behind
On hands and knees, while she walked high
Sharp breaths and light shudders, no courage to find
Terror rose in my belly; I started to cry

Departing the front room – its warm gentle light
And into the bowels of this house with deep fright
Past the cold cellar, down a staircase that winds
Marched to the dungeon in a sorrowful grind

A thousand soft screams haunt forever this room
They seep from the walls in an aura of gloom
In devices of anguish poor slaves met their doom
Their memories linger like deathly fumes

Her high heels clicked on the gray granite stones
I crawled behind, dreadful chill in my bones
Forward in silence to face the unknown
Until the base of the chair in dim light shone

Gripping my hair she led me to rise
A moan passed my lips, tears streamed from my eyes
Withholding the urge to run from this site
I simply sat trembling; my limbs were then tied

Totally helpless, I looked at her face
My expression alone showed I remembered my place
But guilt and sadness can never erase
Defiance and spite from one merely her slave

Her expression cold, no mercy to give
All I can hope is through the night I might live
After copious torture, she might forgive
This penitent boy she keeps as her captive

"You burned with anger. It caused you to sin
The worst evil of all: The great sin of rebellion.
Thus will you burn on your flesh and within,
Through to your soul, to teach a deep lesson."

She walked from my sight and woke Steve to join her
In normal times I find calm with my brother
Now he was made to aid in my torture
At Princess' feet, he knelt in the corner

Princess placed a hood over my head
"Be afraid, slave. You've many tears to shed."
The absence of sight far increased my dread
Steve signaled completion; to my cock he was led

"Place it in, boy, and hear him scream."
Immediate searing, a fire extreme
An explosion of colors, it felt like a dream
Fighting the straps with pain surging in me

Steve fucked my urethra with the ginger sound
I struggled and shrieked, though helplessly bound
I sweated and heaved, could feel my heart pound
Back and forth inside me it wound

"Add some more pain," our Princess commanded
And over to Steve, tube of bengay she handed
Steve squirted a handful; on my penis it landed
He rubbed it all over just as Princess would have it

"Fig his penis for the next three hours.
When it loses its sting, replace it again.
This slave must learn the extent of my power."
Whispered into my ear, "It merely begins."

"As for me, I go to the shower.
Then I retire to bed for sleep.
When you finish, Steve, my pussy devour.
But tape in the ginger before you leave."

Steve sat on the floor, between my feet
Probing the ginger deep into me
I struggled and screamed; he ignored my pleas
Despite our love, She reigns supreme

He finished and left with a kiss on my cheek
"I love you, brother. Never be weak.
You are cherished by Princess, so devout and unique.
She does this only for reunion to seek."

I sit in the chair, a sound in my cock
Spent and sweaty but conscious from pain
The burning grows milder yet will not stop
Head filled with regret, no rest to attain

The hours drag on in absolute silence
Cold, damp body, hood totally dark
I know I deserve this incredible violence
Know in my flesh and know in my heart

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faq_u2faq_u2almost 13 years ago
It sounds...

as though this was indeed a real experience.

I love the many aspects of BDSM. I can't fathom ginger in such a sensitive place though. Yikes, perhaps a little too much pain for me... lol.

What I enjoyed was your relation of how you felt. You gave thought and consideration to your words and the poem for the most part flowed very nicely.

I would say this made me feel like it was written with heart & soul, which always seems to pull the readers own ornate feels out.

Nice job! 5

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
Very intense.

This seems to real, it sounds (no pun intended) as if it was based on a real experience.

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