Decadent Submission

[miss entycing]

delicate, maddening
sweet,
burn into me
strips of Leather
bearing
my scent
controlled decadence
maddening
frighteningly sensual
cutting through
the air
Leather
engulfing my space
feared aniticipation
presence
behind me
delicious howl
Sadistic
seeking
sweet prey
tighten Your
grip
on my collar
breathless
gloved hand
seeking
delicate skin
squeeze tighter
i'm falling
Sir
heavy thud
bringing me
back
to You
chains rattle
for You
un-touched
canvas
beckoning You
carve Your
story
unto me
claim
ownership
like no other
before You
decadent burn
truth
deep red droplets
along my
skin
Your canvas
arches
to You
calling out
for more
begin again
sweet madness
bound
to You, for You
i was created
for You.
re-created
by You
beholden
i become again
Your key,
i am
locked in
to Your soul
i come alive
in Your collar
i earn my life
within Your chains
shiny new
i begin again
with
every lash
i am
Yours
now.

[miss entycing]

she
lying stll
her alter of madness
left for dead
longing
praying
for life
within sweet madness
she reaches into
her own soul
looking
for answers
for reasons
for justification
she'll find
what she craves
she
will find
a Masterful hand
one day
she'll make that One
free her soul
she
will fly
be free
and walk away
knowing
her sweet salvation
is only
her beginning
a prelude
in Leather
madness she seeks
within sweet red trickles
expectations
none
as usual
she
will survive this too
she
will mask her voice
within One's gag
that One
will see
her truths
she
so deserving of life
beyond
rusted chains
she
will replace them
and One will come
deep
hard
fast
painfully true
and Master her mind
sate her body
and walk away
she
will accept nothing less
not anymore
and that One
will bring her
sweet pain
she
craves
so
many edges
she will
have them all.
she will wash
her blood
and dry her
tears
before they
blend together
and she
will have salvation
or she will fade.
she knows
that only her pain
will tell.

[miss entycing]

unchained
bound no more
to You
for You
sweet surrender dying inside
to You
for You
take these chains
silent and cold
broken are the links
and bleeding
to You
for You
from You
free falling into madness
soft landing
eludes me
for now
like a jagged pill
You watch me choke
deep dark decadent promises
on Your edge
sweet blade
carving lies unto my skin
shredding my soul
gloved hand
choking the grace
from me
to You
for You
see the girl
shes drowning
to You
for You
remove the masks now
set me free
for another
to behold
me
unlike You.

[miss entycing]

falling
under first touch
of soul
You came
hearing my call
for sweet salvation.
falling
under Your command
belonging
in an instant
under Your restraint.
falling
under Your hand
wrapped around my throat
sweet girl
comes alive
under Your control.
falling
under Your glory
straps tear
through my past
building faith
under Your power.
falling
under Your truth
decadent blade
carving
me to life
Your life now
under Your touch.
falling
at Your feet.

[miss entycing]

devour.

Awakened deep in the night
from decadent slumber,
she senses something in her midst
calling to her
reaching thru the mists of her mind
she stirs
sweet little girl
dressed in red
alone in her decadence
held within the darkness
still, quiet in this forest.
stretching out
soft moss covered forest floor
beneath her
she rises
moon high, shining for her
red slik cape envelopes
her soft body.
she listens..
haunted by the sound
soft howl
from somewhere beyond
she senses
a presence there
within the trees
scratches, movements from behind..
from all around her
she trembles
its frighteningly erotic
senses heightened
it's watching her.
decadent prowl from the beast
within
she feels it there
wanting... waiting to strike
to devour
the little sweet girls innocence.
basket in hand.. she waits
red silk billows
as she turns,
looking all around her
sensing it
not knowing what it is
but craving it
to show itself to her
under the moon.
behind her
it growls
her body fozen
she barely clings to her senses
her mind fills with wonder
and the growling deepens
behind her, its breath on her neck
impending strike
she feels it coming
she hears it
before it happens.
unsteady, waiting...
fearing, craving
her breath catches
unable to release it
green eyes wide
with glorious wonder
this beast circles
and makes its presence known
now.
first strike
decadent howl
shes trapped within her own mind
glorious wonder of what's coming..
what she is seeing in front of her
now.
delicious terror
its eyes shining in the dark of the moon
her first glimpse...
shes taken off her feet
held within its magnificent growls
as shes slammed against the trees
first one, then another
it toys with her
predator stalking sweet prey
shes wrapped around the beast
red silk cape falling at her feet
basket thrown.. scattterd upon the forest floor
long silkened legs wrapped
at its waist
it pulls her.. to it
lifting her.
glorious presence at her neck
tips like daggers from claws
pressing into her
drawing her breath
making it it's own, leaving her close to none.
she feels the warm trickle
of her life's blood
burning a trail
seeping down her neck..
and the beast takes control.
first thrust lifting her
maddening.
silk shredded under the sharpened tips
of it's claws
deeper it drives
green eyes hooded
barely breathing,
she dances against it.
wonderful amazement of this before her
inside her.
arms pinned above
reaching for the moon
finding only branches of her forest
from the tree she is bound to
by her beast.
magnificent wonder of this night
sweet surrender of this girl
its growls fill her ears
telling of desires
forbidden so long
under watchful eyes of the past
it's waited for her
so long
its watched this sweet girl
alone in the forest
sensing her desires
her wants and her needs.
to sate her,
will sate itself.
its claws drive deep into her neck
she screams
it claims her as it's own
and it devours her soul.. raging.
coming undone
showing itself
before her
finally
it eases its grip
to catch the sweet girl.
for a moment
shes allowed breath..
but only just enough to please itself.
and her beast reaches in
to trace the wounds,
at her neck..
her naked back shredded from the tree
it traces her marks.. and howls.
she is its only prey
she now carries the mark of the beast
in her forest.
she feels herself floating
her mind free
unchained, naked and beholden
to this glorious presence
it takes her again
without warning
it strikes.. driving into her
released from the tree
driven deep into the forest floor
its weight upon her back
pushing. deeper.
its eyes glowing with lust
it growls.. shaking the forest
with its power
demanding her submission
commanding her release
that it now owns.
she screams into the night...
her beast grows silent
heavy breath behind her
she feels it stroking her golden hair
touching the soft lines of her delicously battered body
the magnificent beast revels in her beauty
and wraps her in red again
before the beast, she falls.. crashing down
to it, before it, because of its power.
eyes open, revealing truths
in the darkness, deep in the night.
hooded green eyes full of wonder
it growls softly before her...
and she sleeps.
sated before her beast
beholden from this night...
sweet little girl in red
is claimed.

(c) missentycing.

[miss entycing]

To extend my hand again to just One,
one craving unlike no other before
to give Him so freely,
without hesitation, without reserve,
that One
the One behind the masks...
who's boots i'll earn to kneel before
i crave to give my surrender.
my decadent reward that sweet heavy thud
only to His truth will I bow down to.
unspoken intensity, un-tamed souls
taken to long awaited edges,
pushing un-mentionable boundaries
only for His power will I bare my soul
yearning for twisted sanity
writhing within exquisite taunting
hauntingly familiar anticipation,
of His magnificent blade
beautifully restrained
only if He show's me truth..
The truth He will allow me to feel
without fear
drowning in my decadent sin.
He will make me believe
as only He can.
this craving of His fury, and this craving of souls
on His cross, i will bear His fates
it shall be my pleasure to earn my place.

[miss entycing]

enraptured
sweet decadence
chained and adored
sweet girl bared
beholden
steel cutting into silken flesh
she waits
first strike
imminent glory
twisted curved blade
descends
from behind
tracing patterns
sweet droplets
decadent blood red
kisses
along her skin
tracing new beginnings
carving life
awakening of soul
washed in sin
anew
life begins
again.

(c) miss entycing