Secret Neet

There is a need so secret and yet so profoundly intense
But the lack of its definition makes me crazy and incensed

There stands a door before me promising what I covet
But locks and chains are warnings, will I hate or will I love it

Keys to its entrance must be earned from a Master
Wanton seeking will make my surrender faster

I buckle with need as the door opens wide
Knowing the wicked sensations I seek lie inside

Stepping through the doorway I'm all woman and fully nude
I circle the group wantonly while they eye me like I'm food

Whispers from this corner, lusty laughing from over there
Till my Master rises and a silence fills the cool night air

I bow before my beautiful king and await his next command
And then I rise upon the wintry marble slab just as he demands

The stone is cold and thick and hard fixed with leather strappings
Aligned upon the wall was an endless array of unknown trappings

From riding crops to nipple clips they made my hard clit twitch
Remembering how he strokes my pussy after he uses his switch

You've put on quite a show, my white flesh crossed with pink
Feeling weak and drunk but needing as your seed I fully drink

Back to the regal accommodations my King sees fit for me
Where he cleanses and kisses each welt so lovingly

Pleased with my performance, He grants me a soft kiss
And with it the little death I seek that brings me to such bliss