Though she wasn’t completely opposed
To the game he so slyly proposed;
Ropes and blindfolds and such,
It all seemed a bit much,
But, then, might be quite fun, she supposed!
Tag: bondage
Roll play
Though his motives remained rather murky,
She went along, giggling and perky.
“Yes! Whip me please Master!
Ouch! God! Fuck me faster!”
She screamed, coming, eyes rolled up, jerky.
The edible woman
Plucked and shaved, rubbed with oil of truffles,
Trussed tightly, she giggles and shuffles;
Chef, lover, masseur,
She’s his chicken chasseur!
She comes, moans, which her gag, of course, muffles!
Consequences
Disobedient, ordered to strip;
The big dildo, the cane or the whip?
Naked, chained to the wall,
She thought “God! Maybe all!”
Cunt so wet it was starting to drip!
Friends and neighbours
Emma-Jean’s moods were wild and erratic;
Shy, scared, angry, horny, ecstatic;
The strange next-door kid
And her brother’s friends did
Such rude things to her, up in the attic!
Strings attached
She tried bondage; she’d thought “What the heck?”
Ended up, though, a bit of a wreck!
Yes, she’d certainly come
But had such a red bum,
Swollen pussy, sore back and stiff neck!
Coalition of the willing
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.
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.