Your body is covered with welts. Thin red canals linking ravage areas of your flesh.
Mistress marks your body with her whips and canes. Some scars will never fade. Enduring memorials to hours spent in Mistress’ dungeon.
Sometimes she cut you will cool deliberation. With patient care she left no part of your body unpunished. Other times, her cravings for your tears and whimpers were too strong for patience. She lacerated your flesh seemingly without aim.
There were nights when the pain was so terrible, you almost lost consciousness. Watchful, she adjusted her pace, it was not time for your rest.
In the dungeon you wanted mercy. She smiled at your desperation, she relishes your pleas.
The next day, you are almost ecstatic in the afterglow of that dungeon session. You feel so alive, so happy.
You love her for these marks. You are proud, they are badges of submission.
Mistress marks your body with her whips and canes. Some scars will never fade. Enduring memorials to hours spent in Mistress’ dungeon.
Sometimes she cut you will cool deliberation. With patient care she left no part of your body unpunished. Other times, her cravings for your tears and whimpers were too strong for patience. She lacerated your flesh seemingly without aim.
There were nights when the pain was so terrible, you almost lost consciousness. Watchful, she adjusted her pace, it was not time for your rest.
In the dungeon you wanted mercy. She smiled at your desperation, she relishes your pleas.
The next day, you are almost ecstatic in the afterglow of that dungeon session. You feel so alive, so happy.
You love her for these marks. You are proud, they are badges of submission.
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