Black velvet, pale moonlight…what I touch is feeling hot...
We heat it up, dark shadows in motion - we melt and we never stop
Show me heaven and the end of the world
Fear no danger and invite the absurd
Be my temple where I pray for more
Be my mirror where I'm free to let go

Tie me up and make me scream out loud
Tie me up and tie me down
Tie me up, tie me inside out
Just turn me on and come around

In danger, in hunger In something like a cage...
We heat it up - warm bleeding, soft screaming
I feel some human chain
Show me wicked toys and all there is
Fear no game I'm sure I will be pleased
Be my blood moving fast or slow
Take your time the end is up to you
I love it when you scream out loud
Tie me up, tie me up and down
Tie me up and make me scream out loud

Tie me up and tie me down
Tie me up, tie me inside out
Just turn me on and come around
Turn me on, turn me all night long
Tie me up and move along
Tie me up Tie me up...



Beg for it.

That's right, I said beg.

Show the world who the true bitch is here.

I'm tired of people looking at me, making assumptions, simply because I am smaller, less attractive, less dominate.

Fuck them. Fuck you. Fuck everyone who ever thought they could ignore me because I wasn't the pretty one, the smart one, or the fun one.

I want to hear you beg. To hear you scream. To see you bleed.

God, you're fucking beautiful like this - tied to my bed, flesh laid open, blood, sweat and tears mixing together to color your world.

Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Of course they have. Why do I bother asking?

Have I ever told you? I don't think so, because until this very moment, as I watch you struggling to release yourself, I have never realized how beautiful you are.

I know I've told you that I loved you - but never as much as I do right now, as you beg me to stop the pain, to let you go.

Don't think I don't know what you're doing. You're begging for release, just not the kind I'm going to give you.

Tonight will be like nothing you've ever experienced before, my love, for tonight, I am in control.

You want me to touch you. I can see it in your eyes. Fear and desire, burning through your eyes, straight into my heart.

Well, maybe not my heart exactly, since I am feeling the tingle a little lower than that, but it does make my heart soar to see you at my mercy.

Perched on the end of my bed, staring at your prone form…nothing could be better.

That is, until I crawl back onto the bed and mark another spot on your lean, tanned body. Your smooth flesh is marred, and it's all because of me.

Do you want me the way I want you? Do you love me as I love you? Do I really care?

Your eyes search mine again as I pick up the blade from the nightstand and weigh it in my hand. Where should I make my mark this time? Do you have a preference? I wish I could ask you. I wish I could get your opinion on this. I've seen you do this a hundred times - to yourself, to other people. You always thought I could never get into this kind of thing, didn't you?

Surprised? I'd say, by the look on your face as I slice through the skin on your thigh that you are very surprised indeed.

Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?

My hands fly as they connect with your perfect flesh once again, and I see the redness appear from the marks. You have never been more appealing than when you were covered with bruises, cuts, slashes - the testaments to your world.

The tears springing forth from your eyes almost make me stop. Almost. But, I know you love this. You need this. Without it, you are nothing, aren't you? What if I told you that with it, you are nothing, too? Would you believe me? Would they?

Your fans would love this, wouldn't they? Those little girls would probably squeal with delight, finally having an answer to just how much of a bitch you are. And what would MY fans have to say about this? God, they would probably die.

We aren't like most people, are we? To the world - the fans, our friends, even strangers on the street - we are like everyone else. But here, alone, we are so far from the norm that there isn't even a word for who or what we are. You are the leader, the innovator, the one who took us all from the backwoods straight into stardom.

And to them, I am goodness. I am sweetness. Hell, most of the guys I used to work with still call me by my old gimmick name. Tell me - do you still think I'm sugar sweet, baby?

The look on your face as I lick your blood from the blade of the knife tells me otherwise. I think sweetness is the farthest thing from your mind right now. Your chest is marred with cuts and bruises. A small pool of blood that has gathered around your belly button is starting to congeal. I'm sure your throat is raw from screaming behind the gag I placed in your mouth earlier, simply because I was tired of listening to you.

I bet you didn't know that I often grow weary of your whining. I held out for as long as I could, when you started asking me to give you what you wanted. You begged for the pain. You begged for the blood. And now I have given it to you.

The question is, do you still want it? I ask, and you shake your head quickly, wincing in pain at every movement. I remind you that you asked for this, begged me for it. I remember your exact words - "I love you, but I need more." And now that I have indulged you, you're asking me to stop? Have you always been this ungrateful?

I'm bored now. I've beaten you, bled you, made you scream. But I still haven't fucked you. That, my dear, is my reward, not yours. That is my release. I reach for the first thing I see on the table and coat my cock with lotion - not to make it easy on you, but to save myself from any pain.

You scream when I enter you totally unprepared. Not your ideal bang, I guess.

I don't fucking care right now. All I care about is getting off, allowing myself to lose the last bit of control I have. Your screams are my fuel, your tears the icing on the cake. You hate me right now, don't you? No? God, you are warped, aren't you?

When I explode inside you, I finally feel it. The release I have longed for from the moment you stepped foot in my house has arrived. I pull out and stare at you, watching you quiver. I bet every inch of you is on fire right now. Your chest bleeding, sweat pouring off your brow, your hard cock twitching against your stomach.

Yes, I love you. But, I love your brother more. And as he steps out of the darkened bathroom where he has been watching the whole scene, I have to smile. He's flushed, and there is no mistaking what he's been doing. He smiles and kisses my cheek, thanking me for giving you what you wanted.

You look shocked, baby. Don't tell me you didn't know. I always thought it was obvious.

When you asked for this - the pain, the submission, everything that came with our night together - what made you think I would know? I had to find out how to give you what you wanted, and I only knew one person that could teach me. You wanted to understand his…penchant for this. How better to learn than from the master?

In giving you what you wanted, in helping you understand what he wanted, I got what I always needed. The funny thing, he was the one that longed to show you, but you would not allow that. What are you going to do now, Matt?

Beg?

The world will never know what a bitch you really are, but I know. And so does your brother. What good are you to us now?