Flipping My Switch

I am not a good dominant.
My sadistic traits run too deep.
So when you flip my switch,
When I finally get to hurt you,
I don’t want to stop.
I don’t care how far I push you.
I don’t care if you’re in pain.
I don’t care if you cry.
I don’t care about punishments
Or what you do or don’t deserve.
All I care about is
That look on your face.
The one that goes beyond fun pain.
The one that goes just past fear
The one that teeters on
The edge of panic.
I know what all your triggers are.
And I will poke at them.
I know what all your limits are.
And I will push them.
I know that the more you hurt
The more I want to hurt you.
The more scared you look
The more I want to scare you.
I know that every time you say no
My cunt says yes.
That every time you say please
I get a little wetter, a little hotter.
I want to bite you.
I want to bruise you.
And I do.
A little bit.
But also,
I want to bleed you.
I want to burn you.
I want to break you.
But I don’t.
And I won’t.
Because
There’s always that moment
When you say something
Or do something
That reminds me
I actually do care about you.
And then I switch
Back to the person I am
When I’m not the person
Who needs your pain
To feed her pleasure.
And I curl my small body
In front of you
And I wrap your strong body
Around mine
And I sigh
And my eyes tear up
Not because I hurt you
But because I wish
I didn’t enjoy it
So damn much.