Dom of a Certain Kind

You ever met the kind of Dom,
Who cups you in his hands and
Adjusts the pressure
So you don't break
As you gain the strength
required for release?

And in that freedom you fall
So helplessly, devoted
To his rule.

A rule that is entirely relentless
Sadistic, controlled, measured
All designed for his pleasure.
You kneel for him at his request
Open your mouth, give him your tounge
He enters you
With a shove
Of your own head.
Smothered by his cock, all you breathe is his smell,
Gasping for air as he feeds you.

Its undecided if his methods are calculated
And for once
I dont care.

I care that he wants his dick sucked deep.
I care who owns who in this dynamic
I can only be his.
Owned.
This Dom is power hungry and he is tender in its pursuit.
He is primal and sensual.
His slaps are heavy.
He bites are deep.

Everything he has asked of me
Has been in keeping me held to the highest standard
Of believing I could do it
If I had to do it
For him.

Then he rewards me
By gifting me a beautiful pussy
and juicy tits
That were already mine to begin with.
Except I couldn't see it for the trees.

You ever met a Dom with a firm hand
For punishment
But who flicks his tounge inside you
Truly.
Eating.
You.
Out?

Who stands there in his maleness, not to be denied
Until every inch of him is satisfied
And you're equally part of the ride?

Ever have a Dom make you cry,
Throw you up gainst the wall so hard
There's a scar where you collied?
Then covered you with his body
Escape? Don't try.

He's pinning me down, he's growing harder.
He flips me over, wants me to suffer
The injustices and his righteousness
Of being denied surface.
Directed rage pushed out a cage...
He will hurt me now.

Ass up, face down, lube on.
Tip in, pain yet?
Good pet.
Ever had a cock in your ass this thick?
Ever imagine you'd die by dick?

He's in me! He's in me!
Ass deep in his slut.
My pussy feels left out
but she hasn't given up.
Pound. Sound. Take it. Please.
Master knows what to do
With a slave on her knees.
Out now, mouth now, clean now.
Don't drip.
Stand. Against the wall.
Try to cover yourself
And watch what happens.

Spread. Open. Show me the gold.
That pussy is mine, and I'm not sharing.
Listen. Don't quiver. Its not about being afraid.
Its not about manipulation, being my slave.
You have to realize that when i own you
I grow you.
I plant you.
I water you.
I direct you towards the sun.
I will make you. To take you.
Now, isn't this going to be fun?

He shows you his tenderness while violating you unrelentless
He is present and responsive
Coercive.
He is strong. He is big. He will take over your mind.
When you are his.
He stole me.
A willing theft.
I'm his slave.
And I am forever his in servitude.