A good sort, a good sport, more than most…
Up for anything… that was her boast,
Threesome, orgy, you bet!
Bondage, whips get her wet…
Gang bang, yep… or a lovely spit roast!
Tag: bondage
The chat
She said “Darling, we must have a chat
So we know where each other is at…
I love sex, hard and rough
Bondage, whips, all that stuff
Gang bangs too, and bukkake… all that.
Home comforts
She spent evenings tied up or chained,
Being fucked, often whipped, sometimes caned,
At the whim of her master…
“Oh God! Fuck me faster!”
She’d mutter, teeth gritted, restrained.
Her limits
Being tied up and fucked, being toyed with,
She liked, was in fact overjoyed with…
The whips, canes, the pain
Flicked a switch in her brain…
Ass play, though, she got rather annoyed with.
Low hanging fruit
Poor wench, manacled, hanging in chains,
Naked, sweating and cursing, she strains,
As she bounces and rocks
On her captors’ fat cocks,
As they plunder their ill-gotten gains.
Man and wife
Man and wife, each to other a prop,
They’d fuck around, hook up and swap…
Bondage, whips, all that stuff…
Too much never enough…
The main thing… who’d be bottom, who top.
Forget-me_knots
So, he’s tied her up… plenty of knots…
And she’s liked it… In fact she came lots…
Whipped her arse black and blue,
Fucked her good… anal too…
When he’s done, slimy prick, off he trots!
Prey
So, she’s hanging there… naked, in shackles…
The thing, though, that most raised her hackles…
She would have said yes…
If they’d asked, no duress,
These dumb men, circling round her like jackals.
Fail
There he stands , in full bondage regalia…
Whips, the whole paraphernalia…
Hard little dick…
Which he wants her to lick…
“Sorry, no”, she says. God! What a failure!
Undress code
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!