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I Was His Slave dressed in<br />
leather, begging on the floor of<br />
his secret pit of desire. I<br />
screamed out loud as he<br />
laughed and called me names.<br />
“Please hit me, Sir.” “I am so<br />
bad, show me the dark path you<br />
walk.” He pulled my hair, spit<br />
on me, put me on a leash, and<br />
locked me in a box yelling that<br />
I wasn’t ready. He made fun of<br />
me, but I could see the dark<br />
beauty in the depth of his eyes.<br />
I do love him in a strange way,<br />
but he doesn’t love me. He only<br />
uses me for his twisted games. I<br />
can still feel his whip hitting my<br />
naked flesh in the middle of the<br />
night as sweat and tears poured<br />
from me. He only laughed as I<br />
cried for more. When I bag his<br />
groceries, he smiles and seems<br />
so innocent, but we both know<br />
the darkness and the pain will<br />
come. - by Brett Butler
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