My Submission To You (by Jeff Pirrello)
As ropes pleasingly dig into my hands and feet
I kneel before you, one hand on my head.
Your stress I seek to relieve;
I’m Yours to own and command.
As Your hips tilt forward You give me a taste.
I can hardly move and that is fine
For tonight Your flavors are given to me.
I sigh in anticipation, resignation
And Your lust begins to rise
With my lips, my teeth and your leather whip
I give You my submission, my heart, my soul.
Hearing one more crack of the leather tail
I feel no ambivalence or pain in
waiting for that familiar flood to rush forth and fill me.
While tearing at my hair, with a powerful thrust
You lovingly release Your gift of power.
With silent acknowledgements exchanged
My submission to You is what You wanted and I gave it to you unbroken.
With a loving hand You rub my brow and bend over me with a smile
Your lips brush against my ear and you whisper,
“You belong to me.”
Photograph by inkedkenny
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