Sometimes when everything else is said and done.
The lust quenched, her submission complete
There is something peaceful, deeply connecting, and amazing
if you just step back and watch her breathe.
So I sat there admiring her every breath
she had been beaten, Used for my pleasure,
driven to orgasm mercilessly over and over again…as a “reward”
then covered in wax, one slow drop after another,
from belly, to breasts, and thighs,
then back again.
All that was left to do was sit there as she floated away,
lost in her own thoughts, or swimming in the bliss of nothingness,
and watch her