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My Domme

byNiceGuyInVa©

The shackles on my wrists and ankles,
Bite into my flesh,
But the only pain I feel,
Is pain from your displeasure.

Your whip upon my tender flesh,
Cannot produce the scars I bear,
As hearing your lips of crimson speak the words,
"You have disappointed me."

Both my flesh and soul are bared before you,
My mistress, my life,
I only wish to become more fully each day,
Worthy as your prize possession.

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