I enjoyed this poem from her master to his slave.

In fact I've enjoyed almost everything this guy has written about being a master.

Dedicated to my slave, who I have been separated from for a time.

If She Were Here

I'd tie her down.
Pull her wet panties off, and stuff them in her mouth.
Twist her nipples cruelly.
Bite her, bite every piece of beautiful white skin that was showing.
Gag her with my long, thick cock.
Make her swallow every drop.
Flip her over and fuck her like a dog.
Spank her for even the simplest disobedience (or, if need be, an imagined one)
Call her slut, bitch, slave, til I can't speak.
Slap her, drug her, rape her.

This is what I'd do if you were here. I hope to see you again soon, Pet. I'm thinking about you every day.

Love...so much love,
Master

I also like the way he described a master slave relationship. For a kid freash outta high school this is pretty good.

Yes, a master and slave relationship is formed by the chains that hold the slave down. Yes, bondage is a fetish, and yes, rough sex is still sex. But it's still a relationship, and no matter how much it doesn't seem like it, a Master really does love his slave.

Master, I am feeling a bit neglected.