My wrists were bound and arms chained high
She knew with every blow how to make me spin
Each stroke yielded a flash behind my eye
Placed with care and joy on each thigh
the sting beautifully danced across my skin
My wrists were bound and arms chained high
to the courtyard cross post. Folks passed by
slowly and admired the dull crimson
each stroke yielded. A flash behind my eye
again, that time brought from stripes
on my ass, the new spot of affection.
My wrists were bound and arms chained high
because we agreed that I might try
to escape the release I craved within.
Each stroke yielded a flash behind my eye
It was primal bliss, wrenching the prize
tightly bound in thought but freed by pain.
My wrists were bound and arms chained high
Each stroke yielded a flash behind my eye
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