| Journey of this Shewolf |
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| Minxie's Poem |
I watch as she stands; arms stretched high, body taut.
It's a beautiful display of curves, and smooth unmarked skin.
He stands poised on the verge surveying with an ever-watchful eye.
I can see the strands of a flogger that are waiting to be freed from their inertia.
He knows what she needs; they've done this before.
Arm at the ready, and so the first lash falls.
Again and again, each movement flows.
It's a rhythm hypnotic, spellbinding to my eyes.
Each stroke a kiss each lash a caress.
Every image a picture embedded in my head.
The pink of her flesh slowly turns red.
His fingers wound firmly, among the hair of her head.
Trailing strands of the flogger over throbbing hot flesh.
Leaning close to her body, she must feel his every breath.
Pressed tight against her, she's unable to move.
She screams in frustration no longer detached or demure.
The tiger's been unleashed. It's a cat with sharp claws.
Hunger insatiable that devours and burns, Complete absolution is the hunger that gnaws
. Please Master, to obey every command, to feel the sting of punishment, or a gentling hand.
To hear the words "good girl" to melt at his touch, to yield, to submit, breaking past the wall.
Freed by her restraints.