An Enslaved Succubus
I loved a daughter of the night,I dreamt her in my sleep. I pulled her from her world to mine, a prisoner I could keep. Her magic is at my beck and call, she's free within her cell. I spoil her with my every wish, my heaven is her hell. Her limits are the ones I set; she endures the new drawn lines. Her tears refresh me as I dance to her begging pleading wines. A shackled maiden will she forever be, and serve me every day. And cherish what fruit I offer her in a submissive humble way. My tamed pet is a sweet reward for tortured nights long past. From since my youth she haunted me of pleasures meant to last. Obsessed was the spell she cast, making pale the true and real. Life had no life when living with the living and feeling lost its feel. In prayer and on my knees I found myself, before her altered throne. So near I was taken there untill I found my self-alone. Her weakness was my need in her, my desire enslaved her will. The bondage that was mine to break holds her and keeps her still. The master has been mastered because of her trust in lust. My love grovels for release or bliss, she is my succubus.
Last edited by sleepy (2008-07-03 07:38:52)