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Your Collar Perfects Me



At the mere whisper of your name, I find myself trembling
A fire lighting to burn me, devour me,
turning me to ash that I might be reborn again
In your vision, a creature of your own making
Molded by your hand and massaged by the device
Of my greatest pleasure as you push me down
Your hand upon my ass, my flesh caught in silent tremor
As you push your way through my boundaries
And beyond, until there is nothing but you
And I am only an extension of the pleasure that you give
And extract, as you pull my hair, my chin lifting back until I look into the sky
My mouth opening in unhampered cries of both the exalted and the conquered
Bathing in your glory and your claim to me
To all I am or ever will be

Your Mastery sets me free to be everything I ever imagined and never dared
Your fucking me enslaves me to the object of my desire, your desire
Your collar perfects me

I am born of your pleasure, of my submission
As I flood your plains, your shaft deep within my walls
I feel your hand pushing me down once more
Until I rise as nothing, everything, lost and yet found
Floating in the air that escapes your lungs as you
With all your might, colliding against me
Shatter me against your walls
Again and again, you take me down beneath the waves of your desire
Drowning me in their beauty, in their depths
As I cry out for air, yet struggle to stay
Reduced to savagery, able to do nothing but submit
Again and again

Your Mastery sets me free to be everything I ever dared and never imagined
Your fucking me enslaves me
Your fucking me enslaves me to the object of my desire, your desire
Your collar perfects me

You take me to places I never dared imagine
My eyes open wide as you unleash into me
The sea of your passion
Filling me, my most tender skin stretched tight around you
As I, held captive, washed by your waves
crashing within me, pushing outward
Falling from me onto the sheets
As I am dropped with them
Shaking against linen warmed by our battle
That I lose, again every night

Your Mastery sets me free to be everything I ever dared and never imagined
Your fucking me enslaves me
Your fucking me enslaves me to the object of my desire, your desire
Your collar perfects me

And as I melt into your chest
Pulled there by your strong hands
My only thought is as to how
Your Mastery sets me free to be everything I ever dared and never imagined
Your fucking me enslaves me
Your fucking me enslaves me to the object of my desire, your desire
Your collar perfects me

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Lady Stromfield


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