5 May 2012
Today was the day you could have saved me. But to this day my captor still enslaves me.
Bounded by leather whips and metal chains, Turned on by all the lashings, beatings & pains.
Feeling touture left me breathless, Without the kink I feel so restless.
Masked tormentor's wicked laughs & cackles. Dimly lit room as the wall torch crackles.
The lapping of the cold steel on my bruised skin. I cant scream or cry for he'd only win.
It takes some guts to play this game, Controlled by one BDSM the name.
BDSM • Opuss № I