Him

He has a way of manhandling my soul

bringing me to ethereal orgasms

putting my physical being in rapture

causing pins and needles on every nerve

I offer myself freely

my flesh exposed

to Him

my Sir

my Master

when I'm collared

restrained

bound in rope I do as I'm told

while enjoying His every touch

I love the energy we expel

the fires we ignite

where pleasure pain is never enough

and He's happy to oblige

I'm proud to be His boy

another sin I gladly own

along with gluttony and lust

He grabs my throat makes me moan

then restrains my hands

takes my sight

heightens my senses

His touch

electric

made me achieve a psychic erection

my whole body was throbbing

He explored me from head to below

with floggers

crops and things made of steel

a harsh sting followed by a gentle caress

smack in the face and a tender kiss

yank on the balls and a little head

mixed emotions driving me insane

my body erupts

my mind caves in

He took me past lust

revelation

I love him

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