In the  castle’s deepest hold,
A maiden chained now behold.
Stretched to her Master’s whims,
Bound with cord around her limbs.

Quietly in the gloom she waits,
Not her place to know her fate.
Furnace burns, casting shades,
Flickering, dancing, could be Hades.

Body bared to bare the stripes,
Oiled and glistening, ready, ripe.
Muscles coiled, breathing slow,
Waiting tensely for first blow.

Footsteps sound on the stair,
Lips moistened, prickle hairs.
Now he comes, shadows loom,
Muscled chest in the gloom.

No word spoken, die is cast
How much longer tension last?
Slowly now He selects a crop,
Swishing testing, heart near stop.

Closer now He steps full slow,
Easily swings for first blow.
Weal on her buttocks raised,
Reckless slave now dearly pays.

Slowly now He wields the crop,
Now she cries, Master stop!
Buttocks reddened, thighs aglow,
Flinching as she feels each blow.

Knowing where her limits are,
Knowing safeword signals par.
Gently, firmly, flicking cane,
Teasing lips, delicious pain.

Aroused she moans in her chains,
As for her climax Master aims.
Fiercely through her gleaming flesh,
Building, rising passion  rush.

Now with a final lash,
He sends her over , with a crash.
Juices flowing, racking taut,
Her body reaches ecstasy sought.

Later on her couch she lies,
Gone the tears, gone the cries.
Master eased all her pain,
Salved and loved, His again.

for syrenity Jan ‘99
Caedfel 

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