All this bondage stuff’s kinda the pits,
Fuckin’ tied up, her big purple tits,
Bein’ flogged with a whip…
Weird fucker’s sick trip…
Still the money ain’t bad, she admits.
Tag: bondage
Saturday night in the convent
One must make one’s own fun when one’s cloistered…
The good sisters drunkenly roistered…
One poor sister, young,
Naked, poked as she hung
On a cross she’d been tied to and hoisted.
On tenterhooks
He had some sort of nasty invention,
For hanging her, trussed, in suspension,
Her bottom exposed…
His intent, she supposed,
To do things much too frightful to mention!
Mind over matter
Gagged and blindfolded, muffled and blind,
Being fucked from in front and behind,
Hogtied, naked, exposed…
Could be worse, she supposed,
Than just this… which she didn’t much mind.
Magenta
Tattooed cunt that read “Pay as you enter”…
Big dildo thrust hard up her centre,
Spreadeagled she lay,
Helpless, writhe as she may,
Her bound tits throbbing, shiny, magenta!
Plaything
Tied up, naked, his plaything, enslaved…
“Gosh!” she thought. “The damn fellow’s depraved!”
She’d be raped, it seemed… Great!
But, she mused, from which fate
She’d not mind, frankly, not being saved.
Front row seat
He would fuck her, he swore… would he dare?
Naked, tied to a rickety chair…
He continued to shout,
His cock bobbing about,
At which (strange) it was hard not to stare!
The works
The guy’s dungeon was damn well equipped!
She was led in blindfolded and stripped,
Fucked with vibrating things
Fucked in chains and on swings,
Flogged with riding crops, caned, spanked and whipped!
Full disclosure
“We do bondage stuff, now and again,”
She said. “Chains, dildos, ropes, whip and cane…
We’d just got kind of bored…
Nothing too untoward…
Fucking great, though … it’s hard to explain.”
Parlour games
Ropes and whips, but still all pretty tame…
Hurt her some, make her come, that’s the aim.
“Beat me harder, sir! More!
Leave my arse red and raw!
Fuck your whore… that’s the name of the game.