Tied up.
Contorted.
Tangled in a web of skin and bones.
Knotted up and fetal positioned, trying to adjust pinching on the skin I attempt to kneel and serve for worship.
A Sting on my back, she whips me in the red spots...the love welts. I thank my Queen and persevere to adjust and kneel.
Through the pressure and pinch and control I release, I relax I realize....
I needed this!
Praising her in worship for permitting me to sleep outside on her balcony floor, she unties me in the morning, I shower her in tributes because I know I'm a good slave today.
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