My True Desire

[BondageGoddess98]

Leather straps to bind you with
sheets of satin
and heavy incense to arouse your senses
the room is dark except for the black lit candles.
A wicked flame does burn
threatening to consume us
the taste of your lips so intoxicating
i crack the whip against your sweet flesh
you moan in pleasure
our eyes meet and in that moment we are one
no longer slave nor master
though i hold the whip
and you in binding
i too am your slave
and you my master