Greedy for Punishments

In moments of stress, my fantasies grow dark,
A way to distract from the anguish in my heart.
He shuts my mouth with gaffer tape so tight,
And pinches me until tears blur my sight.

I find solace in physical pain, it seems,
But it won't solve the turmoil within my dreams.
With tape on my mouth, I can't make a sound,
But that's fine, I don't want his worry around.

I crave the sting of rattan canes on my skin,
To bend, touch my toes, with a crack, begin.
I yearn for his voice berating me, any excuse,
So I cry beneath the gag, and ask for abuse.

More, harder, beat me even more,
I don't know why, but punishment I adore.
Stress fuels my fantasies, making them grim,
Replacing ball-gags with tape, a different whim.

Pain becomes my comfort, a familiar embrace,
When imagining only suffering, no other trace.
Gagged and bound, obediently I reside,
As a passive participant, no blame to reside.

Moaning against the tape, he drags me down,
Presses my face against the carpet, his frown.
Whipping at my flesh, without any care,
Wriggling brings more lashes, more pain to bear.

With wet eyes, I look up, and I moan,
Craving for things yet unimagined, unknown.
Seeking more painful acts, beyond my mind's reach,
Things I wouldn't choose, but still they beseech.