Author Unknown
at your Master's feet....patiently waiting
while he picks out the perfect flogger?
Have you ever crawled across the floor,
crop between your lips, with that pleading
look in your eye?
Have you ever felt that sharp sting, and then
the wave of intense pain, that comes with a
stroke of the cane?
Have you ever wonderd if she can take just one
more stroke, and felt the pride when she took 10?
Have you ever begged for more and more, knowing,
but not caring that your body is covered with
welts and bruises?
Have you ever stood over her as she looks up at
you with tears in her eyes?
Have you ever gotten the giggles on stroke
number 255....even though you are hurting?
Have you ever been bound, naked, in front of
a room full of people, yet the only one you
are aware of is your Master?
Have you ever felt the rush of power that comes
when someone willingly crawls across your lap
to be punished?
Have you ever stood in the corner, skirt raised,
panties down, tears running down your face from
the humiliation?
Have you ever awakend the next morning unable to
walk across the room without feeling the pain of
the night before?
Have you ever wanted to hold her in your arms as
she sobbed, yet left her huddled in the corner?
Have you ever trembled in fear and excitement when
He pulls out *that* toy?
Have you ever felt the sadistic pleasure that comes
from inflicting pain?
Have you ever spent the evening as a footstool....
only there for the pleasure of your Master?
Have you ever bent over the counter at the toy store,
the clerk holding your wrists, as your Master picks
out the paddle that he prefers?
Have you ever practiced with that new toy until your
arm feels as if it is going to fall off?
Have you ever worn those little gold handcuff earrings
to work?
Have you ever felt the over-whelming warmth from
knowing that she is taking the pain just to please you?
Have you ever lifted the hair off the back of
your neck without being told while your Master
slipped on a collar?
Have you ever heard the scream of your muscles as
you lie hog-tied on the bed?
Have you ever fought with the beast...knowing it
was time to stop, yet wanting to hear her squeals
for just a little longer?
Have you ever felt the sting of the crop on your
inner thighs?
Have you ever presented your body for the single-tail,
knowing that one mis-stroke could leave you lying
on the floor, writhing in pain?
Have you ever pleaded for him to stop, knowing that
nothing you say will will make him cease?
Have you ever ignored her pleas for mercy?
Have you ever felt the touch of the whip as it wraps
around your body and carresses your breast?
Have you ever gasped, and then screamed, as the
nipple clamps were slowly removed?
Have you ever felt her squirming and kicking as you
apply the hair brush to her reddening flesh?
Have you ever loved, and hated, and feared,
and needed all at the same time?
