Ooohhh pick me!
Pick me!
Built up with anxiety and tension I prayed she picked me,
Soft gliding hands that caressed my voluptuous body,
Entering the cracks and seams with her sharp pointy nails,
Each pinch was a tease of excitement,
I can always tell when she's in a good mood by the perfume she chooses,
Being tied up in this dark room with whom she oozes,
Sexy, hot, mysterious and dangerous,
She kept them all coming back for more,
And all of us waiting to obey a chore,
Iv'e just about reached my tipping point,
It's been well over a week and I have yet to be picked,
As I look around at all the others waiting desperately I can't help but think,
Why did she bring me here?
Is suffering from neglect a part of my punishment?
I think it's about time I start looking for another Dom,
The intensity is becoming too much,
All I want to do is serve...
Unleashing me to the power of the dungeon,
Finally my moment has come,
Dripping in boldness and confidence she allows me out to play,
My body temperature rises,
My core becomes relaxed,
I can finally exhale,
Her sub shouts out scripts and readings from black feminist theories,
While on their knees begging for more pain,
I smirk with excitement,
The floor was wet and it smelled like the basement of a coffee shop,
The lighting was dim and the windows were boarded,
She stood over top of him like a lion exiting a cage,
As I am next I clench my vaginal walls in fear,
I had no idea how my reality could become this clear,
She gave me a reason to exist unapologetically,
As my tip and point reach Mistress Velvets fingertips inching away at this sub of hers,
I breathe the sweat from his back,
I tangle against his harness,
And lean harder and harder as time moves along,
I tear away at his everyday dominance as a man as he crawls under Mistresses feet...
Subject: The point of view from the whip.
In memory of: Photos of the actual Mistress Velvet highlighted in Paper Mag 2018
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