Its sickening when I think,
To count the ways I've tried,
To inflict ungodly punishment,
A treat before my eyes.
When I feel that my attempts
have all been made in vain,
I rest assured just knowing
that my pleasure is your pain.
Cynical debauchery,
You watch me fall apart.
Helpless as I cling to you,
As if we either have a heart.
I've made a ploy to pull you in,
And I can tell its working fine.
Yes I do believe I'll have you trained,
And you'll be worthy in no time.
You give yourself away to me,
For the right price every week.
Sell your words, one by one,
And when I'm done you'll never speak.
I'll hang on every word you write,
I'll take them in and make them mine.
Another part of you I have,
To trap deep within my shrine.
I've planted seeds and cared for them,
And now they've finally grown.
You swore you were corrupted,
But there's no way you could have known.
For my thoughts are worse than any.
You're no match; I'm too unholy.
But since I have you following,
I'll make pleasure of it, slowly.
You must think I'm obsessed,
But its a lie you've made yourself.
To ease your soul, late at night,
When you think of no one else.
You can never leave me, never.
Its an act for which you'd pay.
Regretting it as you turn,
From my obsession to my prey.
I'll seek out your every weakness,
And I'll ignore your every plea.
Watching you, you filthy demon,
As I guide you to your knees.
On command you'll lick my boots,
As I clinch my fist within your hair,
And as you whimper with humility,
I promise not to care.
You'll wonder what you've done.
To warrant such a hellish fate.
I'll tell you now to blame your God,
For he made you my soul mate.
And by "soul mate" I mean donor.
Another piece of you to claim,
As I spit upon your face,
And demand you feel ashamed.
I'll tell you what a filthy mortal,
You are seen as through my eyes.
And make it clear I have no love,
For the scoundrel of your kind.
I don't want a single witness,
So I'll take you all alone,
And stash you in a keep of mine,
Which to the world remains unknown.
I'll hold you there for days.
We have nothing left to lose.
And since you're my possession,
You'll consent to my abuse.
You'll ask for mercy on your soul,
But all you'll get's an explanation.
"This serves as your punishment,
For giving in to my temptation."
Author notes
Woo! A wise man once told me that he enjoys feeling like I'm getting pleasure from his pain.
Not interested...
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Wow
You have done such an amazing job with this. The thoughts that ran through my head, the imagery, the pain I could feel, the wanting to be free but knowing otherwise. I was in the place of the tempted as I read and understood just how they felt. You did so well and the rhyme was fantastic. Thank you for sharing And keep up the great work.
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great
i like it well done
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Oh geez, you're a dominatrix! Nothing wrong with that. Great write my friend, very humiliating.
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That's not entirely true... Just for this role. It was more of a challenge than something I would have done on my own initiative.
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You had to have been there to capture and understand this feeling.
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My gosh, I would never anger you! Your words are powerful and a fair warning to those souls foolish enough to do you wrong. Take care
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