So the dress code says “Bondage”… strange theme…
It’s a bit kinky then, it would seem…
Latex, nipple rings, chains
Riding crops, whips and canes,
All that, yep, and get ready to scream!
Tag: bondage
Liquidity
At the flash of a hundred buck note,
She said ‘Whatcha want, baby? Deep throat?
Pussy, ass, the whole lot?
Tie me up? Shit, why not?
Yeah, whatever the fuck floats your boat!
Roped in
She tried hard to get free, but… faint hope…
She agreed, so she’ll just have to cope…
Let him fuck her, be done,
Have his sick, nasty fun…
Her own fault… give a girl enough rope!
Be careful what you wish for
The orgasm to which she’d aspired
Did come, but she almost expired…
The bondage extreme…
Whipped and fucked, made to scream…
All with rather more force than required!
Torrid
Cock down throat, his balls banging her forehead,
Complexion decidedly florid,
Cum out of her nose,
Can’t move much but her toes…
As fucks go, she thought, yeah, fucking torrid!
It’s complicated
Leather, handcuffs, the whips and the chains…
It’s all wonderful fun, she explains,
The surrender, the bliss
Of the whip’s biting kiss…
And the way that she cums, for her pains!
Terms of endearment
She was kind of upset and offended..
He’d begged her.. She gave in, surrendered…
A frightful defeat,
Being fucked like damn meat…
Hogtied, ass-hooked, blindfolded, suspended!
State of the art
His new fucking-machine’s all high tech…
She’s strapped down on the bench… What the heck!
Well… Imagine her shock…
A big fat rubber cock
Up her arse, and her legs round her neck!
Poker face
Then he handcuffed her, said with a sneer
“I’m going to hurt you my dear…
I know it’s just play,
But no laughing, okay?
If you laugh, I shall be more severe!”
Heavens to Betsy
Betsy Jones is no sexual sluggard,
Prefers sex, in fact, when it’s rugged.
She likes being eaten,
And tied up and beaten
And doesn’t mind much being buggered.