They are not empty words.
They are the smile on my face
after the pleasure tremors through my body.
They are the warmth in my ears
every time I hear your words and orders.
They are the pinch on my nipples
while they are being gifted with sweet pain.
They are the colors of my tits
that change from red to yellow to purple to pink.
They are the strenght of my hands
when they act under your command.
They are the wetness in my pussy
giving out my deepest truth.
They are the shine over my skin
when you watch me taking care of it.
They are the soul in my eyes
when I see pure care in yours.
They are the freedom of my mind
that turns magic and dreams into reality.
They are not empty words.
They are my face, now your face,
my ears, now your ears,
my nipples, now your nipples,
my tits, now your tits,
my hands, now your hands,
my pussy, now your pussy,
my skin, now your skin,
my eyes, now your eyes,
my mind, now your mind.
They are all of me,
collared, owned, obedient, masochist, Pain Doll…
being truly, utterly, and only yours.