Beloved slave
Author: bound gypsy
Filed in: slavery, longing, envy“Beloved slave” is what it said
a phrase on nothing more
then a trinket
a small round tag carried with her
but oh how I envied her
that small thing
to feel the true love of a Master
each touch
each look
every welt and bruise
made with love
caring and trust
not just a Top
a man finding pleasure
in being a brute
the type of guy to take
conquer
shatter
leaving nothing
of the woman that was
I longed
for an artists touch
a gentle hand
holding the whip
a feeling of safety
trust and compassion
in loving eyes
in a Master’s eyes
taking because it is given
freely
willingly
and with wanting
“Beloved slave”
two small words
that could mean the world
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aedain says:
A truly inspirational masterpiece of envy.
well done