He Craves the Sting of Her Rod

He waits in hush as she draws near,
Heart racing wild beneath his fear.
Her wooden rod gleams in her hand,
A promise writ by her command.

Each strike awakens something raw,
A trembling need he can’t ignore.
The echo burns along his skin,
A lesson carved from deep within.

He leans into each burning kiss,
Finding solace in her strict bliss.
The sharper pain reveals his pride,
In every blow he feels alive.

When all is done and silence falls,
He thanks her voice that softly calls.
For in her rod’s relentless song,
He’s found the place where he belongs.

About The Author

Levi

Levi’s path into the depths of submission began as a whispered secret within his soul, a truth he embraced long before he could articulate its significance. From his earliest inklings, he knew his path would be one of service and devotion. He recalls his first experience with a dominant female was in Kindergarten, being bullied by a girl in the first grade – and liking it! His first sexual experience with a dominant female happened in high school, and throughout his college years, Levi delved deep into the recesses of his desires, seeking understanding and fulfillment in the embrace of dominance and submission. View Full Profile