Her collar is connected to her Mistress' ankle, keeping her head close to the ground in a show of worship.
She feels shame when things like this make her heart race, but it races at a small touch to her hip.
She doesn't understand how SHE can bring the deviance out in her. The new darkness, perversion and needs.
She will forever be confused to the way SHE makes her feels. Lust and excitement accompanies everything. Even when she bleeds.
How does the pain and humiliation make her need more? How does HER ignorance of her break her heart?
She still always needs. Always wants. She still feels the high that was first shown to her from the very start.
She enjoys feeling small and weak. A pathetic servant to crawl the floor.
Some people would call her a freak. But from HER, she'll always want more.
Was she made just for this? To be a toy, always ready on her knees. Making herself available, always letting herself be seen.
Yes. Nothing would make her feel more alive. Her body would never be more on fire. Than when she's serving her almighty QUEEN.
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Darkest Nights|| Poetry And Prose
PoetryI'm sure you understand what this means. A collection of various Poetry and Prose, written by yours truly. All have a hint of darkness to them.
