Muse: Her soul clamps
Tighter and tighter the screws seep into the tips of her pose,
Holding on for dear life,
Her sweat drips from her nose to her chin past her sorrows and gin,
She looks up to her master with dreary eyes and stapled chest,
Squeezing her nipples with a crossbow styled set,
She begins to fiddle too much so he ties her hands behind her back then attaches her ponytail to the rest,
Head stretched behind her so far she couldn’t see past the ceiling,
He begins to flick her clamps at first with ease and then well,
He sees they are burning her skin red and purple underneath,
To make it all worth while he grabs a flogger of chains wrapped in heat,
The steel clinging together cringed my teeth,
He stood about an inch of her and flogged her breasts until each nipple clamp fell off her body,
Tearing at her nipples until she almost lost one,
Her saliva rooted around the back of her neck,
Dripping in pain and lust,
Blood surfaces from her blue, black and red breasts,
Still no safe word,
His eyebrows arise from how much she can take without blinking an eye,
He then wrapped the flogger around her neck and kissed her passionately,
Licking her softly in all the freeing places,
He unties her hair and her arms to participate in a hot evening of love making...
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