The Whip

How well I remember that glorious evening with the whip,
Master teasing me using only the tip.
Cuffed wrist and ready my body spread wide,
doing my best not to shutter or cry.

Single tail now teasing the skin of my ass,
tingling feelings, not soon to pass.
Flesh on my back side turning rosy and red,
feelings are building, filling my head.

My body wiggles, sub space in my mind,
peace and tranquility there I will find.
My body dance from the tail of the whip,
endorphins to fill me, all I can take of the stinging tip.

Whiskers now is flying a cruel tattoo,
my skin will be turning red, black and blue.
Pain now is building, heavenly bitch,
Master so skillful in building the pitch.

Beaten not bloody but welted to hell,
Orgasm is building so close I can tell.
Evil crescendo of crisscrossing pain,
Ecstatic arousal floods embracing the pain.

Master's voice calling me to return,
Rubbing and tracing my welts hotly burn.
Tender caresses now soothing my skin,
touch triggers trembling deeply within.

Master I thank you for making me whole,
filling the dark place I feel deep in my soul.
To obey with devotion is all I can do,
to repay the vast debt my heart owes to you.