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There are no words to express the feeling

That you get when you’re tied with a rope

Subservience, excitement, helplessness and panic

All you can do is hope

The feel of the cordage pulled tight on your skin

Your naked body bound in this way

For this is not a bad thing like some would believe

But just one of the 50 shades of grey

Don’t mock me or judge me for the things that I do

For my life is that of my own

A Master, A slave, a kinkster, a switch

I am what I am in my home