My mistress whipped me last night
Not that I didn’t deserve it
I disobeyed her on purpose
Testing the limits of her control
The sting of the leather against my skin
A punishment for my defiance
But as I knelt before her
I felt a different kind of submission
After my whipping, I bowed my head
But then I tasted her on my lips
Her moans filling the room
As I worshipped at her altar
In that moment of surrender
I found a new kind of freedom
In the sweet release of her pleasure
I became truly hers, body and soul.
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