At the bar he picked up a young redhead,
Nice tits, (but a bit of a dead-head),
And willing enough;
Didn’t mind he got rough,
Being spanked or hand-cuffed to the bed-head.
Tag: bondage
Time exposure
She said “Bloody hell! This is the pits!
Tied up, stark naked, freezing my tits!
And you haven’t done much,
But take photos and such;
If it’s hard yet, let’s see where it fits!”
Baser appetites
Deep inside him, his dark side was stirring.
Her sense for such things was unerring.
“Let’s skip the dessert…
Fuck me now! Make it hurt!
Tie me up, if you like!” she said, purring.
On tenterhooks
Her excitement is mingled with fear;
Bound, helpless, nude, still quite unclear
What will he now do?
Or if not he, then who?
She grows wetter. She sheds a lone tear.
Opportunity and motive
The alleged rape, milord, is plain fiction,
The handcuffs, the gag, the restriction
Of movement and speech,
Just a game, played by each;
All good fun! Not the stuff for conviction!
Surprise party
She enjoys the strange games he devises.
What pleasure! What pain! What surprises!
She’s ordered to strip;
Will she suffer the whip?
Or his dildos, of all shapes and sizes!
Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.
A time of strictness
In erotic Victorian fiction,
The popular style of depiction
Of women amused…
Lasses being abused…
In tight corsets, or other restriction.
Imperturbable
Hands and feet tied, she wriggled and shuffled,
Gagged too, her small protests were muffled,
Upstairs, in his flat,
Rooted this way and that,
Throughout which she was strangely unruffled!
The game
When they play, he tries hard to devise
Stricter bondage, more elegant ties;
Bow-strung thighs, bee-stung breasts,
Harsher physical tests,
Greater fear and lust in her eyes!