Your name is written all over my skin, Master.
Even when you can’t touch it
the air around my body burns
knowing it’s you who I belong to.
It doesn’t matter if you are standing next to me
or thousands of kilometers away,
your command is all I crave
your gift of pain is all I need.
You helped me find who I was,
you understand who I am
you shape who I will be.
I am your obedient masochist Pain Doll
and the world might not be ready to know it
but I feel it, you feel it,
and that’s more than enough.
I don’t know if it’s magic
I don’t know if it’s destiny
I don’t know if it’s chance.
I only know that it just is, you and me,
Master and Pain Doll,
a loud, raw, real truth.