Please...
it is in her eyes,
she is bound and gagged as he stands before her,
a saddistic smile on his face.
Please...
He runs the whip down her spine,
shivers of pleasure course through her,
she wants him to take her away from this pain.
Please...
The sting of the whip is felt on her back,
she arches to meet it, to feel something real.
She fades slowly...
Please...
he takes her down gently,
cleansing her soul,
of it's impurities,
loving her endlessly.
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