The Consensual Kink Collection

by Manifest Harmony

The Beauty in the Lie by Pretty Penne (A very beautiful poem)

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Author's Note

Written by our wonderful editor and resident pasta pon, Pretty Penne!

Featuring the editing talents of her Master, Seraphem, and Troposphere.

Content Warning: Lewd Imagery, BDSM, The Word Cock, Iambic Pentameter,


The Beauty in the Lie by Pretty Penne (A very beautiful poem)

The Beauty in the Lie

The hardest part about this life of Service,
Is not the outfits, prisons made of silk.
It’s not the whips and crops that make us nervous.
The burns and scars, the trappings of our ilk.

You might think it’s the sweeter degradations
That harshly echo from our Owners’ lips,
Or else the low, hissed calls for reparations
For even the most innocent of slips.

One could assume the stringent exhibitions,
The stocks and locks and cocks are what we fear.
But those devour our stabbing inhibitions,
With burning cheeks spurred on by piercing leers.

The muting bit and bridle, crop and halter,
Bring numb serenity and peace of mind.
And never is a Servant found to falter
When collars promise pain and love in kind.

The utter helplessness is not a burden,
But freedom from the burdens of control.
Our hopes and fears locked tight by chosen wardens,
Who only then demand we pay their toll,

Of burning, shifting ropes, of groans of panic
That deeply bury maudlin, solemn blisses.
Of skin-tight rubber squeaks coercing manic
Ecstasies, beyond sad paltry kisses.

So no, the hardest part of true Submission
Is not the little tells behind their masks,
The prideful smirks, the merciful permission.
The sparks of mirth as we fulfill our tasks.

It’s not the moments past the frantic sweating,
As Owners look right through us as they spy
The inner truths we’ve spent our lives forgetting,
And promise us those days have passed us by.

The hardest part? The outside world we slink to with a sigh,
That scoffs and scorns, and makes us hide our beauty in a lie.

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