Yearning

Little moans of pain emerge from your lips,
stimulated no doubt by your nipple clips,
your restraints hold you in place, yet still you squirm,
yearning, yearning, yearning for something firm,
I watch as the pain merges with pleasure,
whilst I play with you at my leisure,
until your moans of no now become yes,
your once clean panties a mess,
I love the way you transform, beneath my fingers and my lips,
as I take you on the nastiest of trips.