Desires of a Sadomasochist

Everyday I wish to be pinned under you with your calloused hands around my throat only for my hands to be holding chain around your own Rolling on the bed, fighting for power on the throne of pain and pleasure who shall own it? my own sick fantasies fill my soaked sheets with desire my own fingers are cramped and hot but my mind never tires To feel the sting of your slaps again To hear you wince To feel that burn of tears streaming down my face to the look of twisted enjoyment in yours I'll worship and grov at your feet my perfect, prince I'll be happily owned by you if it meant you call me your Good girl....me and me alone