Fantasy of the Flesh
by Moonrush

Leather, whips and chains.....
Oh my!
Enough to make a grown man cry.

Step into my play room,
She breathed.
I know exactly what you need.

Follow me,
Come into my lair.
We'll play a game of truth or dare.

I'll make you scream,
I'll make you sweat.
Oh no, my pretty, I'm not done yet.

I can see you tremble.
I can smell your fear.
Most likely, you wish you'd never come here.

Do you feel the difference,
Between pleasure and pain?
Is this the experience you hoped to gain?

The adventurous type,
You seemed to be.
I'm sure you weren't prepared for me!

If you're a good boy,
And do as you're told,
I may decide to let you go.

But, you'll be back.
Because, you see,
Now you can only belong to me.
Author's Note
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