
My Love,
You ropes and chains are a bit tight.
Thank you dearly, the pain is just right.
You smile lovely, with your tender lips.
Less tender are your whips.
I am your slave.
Never will I behave.
My mischief will drive you red.
Loving every bit of the torture that I bring to your head.
Madamchryzl
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