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I love submitting
I love noticing how I lose my will to fight
As someone climbs on top of me and claims me
By choking me, kissing me, biting me
By asking me to call them sir or miss
While they call me slut, pet or darling
Dehumanizing me
And tell me to use my words
Asking for what I want
I want to be fucked so hard I forget
Where I am
Or who I am
I want flogs and chains and gags
I want blindfolds and handcuffs
I want a collar and a leash
Crawling behind my masters
Unspeakable things are in my head
When someone kisses my neck
I want them to never stop
I want them to devour me
And push me until I'm crying and shuddering
Screaming their name
I'm so submissive
I like being owned and used
But I also like teasing
Making people want me
When we can't physically be together in the moment
Power play is my life's blood;
I'm such a whore.

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Apple_of_EdenApple_of_Edenover 9 years ago
Welcome! A Poem with feeling.

Welcome! Your poem is a nice first "submission." It reads with a lot of feeling. Your poem's sub, shouldn't feel she/he is "losing your will to fight." She/he should give it to the Dom/Domme as a gift. Give it freely and reap from their acceptance of it.

Keep writing. Can't wait to read your next work.

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 9 years ago
Power play is my life's blood

I'm such a whore ..........

Total Power Exchange seems to be your raison de etre ........these words , lines .....whatever are very BD & SM :Faved 'n 5-ed !

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