DemonicMaster's blog: "poems"

Your eyes open, you’re standing before a black cloaked
force.

“Remove your clothes” in a voice that not only booms in your
ears but also throbs in your mind and body.

“Yes Master” you utter in a low whisper. Letting your night
gown fall to the floor you step forward looking down at the floor your hands
tightly griping them self’s. Your mind screams in resistance your body does not
fight, it simply obeys regardless of your resistance. You fight to understand
what is happing you resist with all of you might but it is useless your body
obeys undeniably.

“Kneel” the voice demands.

You whimper and struggle not to, your legs shake as you
begin to kneel the tears start streaming down your face out of fear. Your mind
screams in agony as you cannot believe what is happening that this energy this presence
this man controls you in such a way that you would have only believed possible
in your dreams.

You begin to cry as your knees touch the floor. Your mind
again tries to make you stand but nothing your body stay kneeling.

“Now say it!” the voice now becomes like thunder in your
mind and body which reverberates threw your mind and body physically.

To your utter amazement you start speaking with now memory
where you have heard this or where it comes from.

“This slave is yours Master to take” “She kneels before you
Master as your humble servant” “This slave is not bound by any chains or
collars”

The voice speaks softly which makes what it says even more memorable
and powerful

“The most beautiful enslavement, though unshackled
physically she wears Masters shackles every minute of her life in her mind”

With that said your eyes open from your rest. Your heart
races your mind aflutter, your breathing is fast.

You realize you just had a dream and it was all your
imagination.

To your horror you see droplets of blood on your pillow and
rush to the mirror looking your face and neck over carefully and only find a
smear of blood on your neck no wounds no holes just like someone licked your
neck. Or something, now your remember like throbbing thunder. “The most
beautiful enslavement, though unshackled physically she wears Masters shackles
every minute of her life in her mind” your body quivers in excitement.