Picture this...

Picture this...in sepia tones
splashed with vivid colour
In the deepest,darkest
recesses of my mind
the slut lies in slumber
her depraved dreams
merge with reality
across blurred lines
she waits to be summoned
eager to please
an overwhelming addiction
such is her need
her Master's touch a prelude
to her tortured skin
Where the birch is not a tree
but an object of extreme pain
and intense pleasure
A thousand tiny strands of fire
caress her naked flesh
where deepest crimson
rapes ivory flank
the marks a testament
to her unquestionable submission
and her Master's undeniable control