Black corded whip

Strong, leather, precision tippedHeld in a hand in complete controlTame my inner whimsStrike from me my soulUnder your guided handI become what I need to beReleased with each crack and stingMe true self is set freePetulant yet reluctantI bend not the knee but waistBent over clothes freeI simply wait“Count aloud.” A simple commandComfortably said beforeCrackContinue reading “Black corded whip”