(a submissive’s soliloquy)
I am beauty in silver silence—
metal bites my wrists and ankles,
each click a reminder
that I long for.
Gagged,
not to silence me—
but to reinforce
that begging is not my right.
Only moans,
muffled and soaked,
can pass through this leather bloom.
He watches—
patient as pain,
cruel as clarity.
The room hums with restraint.
Taut and trembling,
wide and wanting,
plugged tight in behind,
stuffed full before—
his implements of invasion
claim me in stereo.
A humming pulse
presses into my core—
my toy, turned accomplice,
as he wields like a weapon,
dealing release like a storm.
I am marooned
on the trembling brink of climax,
adrift in blissful ache,
moored by dominated denial.
To the edge
again,
again,
again—
But never letting me spray.
My thighs quiver.
Tears soak my blindfold.
I arch into nothingness,
desperate to be undone.
He smiles,
voice a dagger to my ears:
“If you want romance…”
“Read a fucking novel.”
Yes,yes. love it.
I’m drawn to this like a moth to flame. 🦋
Cheater.