In the twenties, girls’ bosoms were flatter,
Though size, as such, didn’t much matter;
They fluttered their lashes,,
Wore pearls, bows and sashes,
Were tied to men’s beds by the latter.
Tag: bondage
The silk road
Disbelieving, she heard the silk rip;
Her eyes widened, she bit on her lip,
And, heart thumping, breath bated,
She anticipated
The hiss and the sting of the whip.
The ties that bind
She was head-over-heels, besotted;
Thank goodness the ropes were well knotted!
They say love is blind,
And she didn’t much mind
If she stood for it, lay down or squatted!
Dunce
Now she felt like an absolute fool,
Naked, hands and legs tied to a stool,
With her pussy exposed,
While they laughed, she supposed!
How on earth could she face them at school?
Anticipation
She could feel her heart thumping and skipping,
Her fanny so moist, it was dripping;
Stripped, tied to a post,
She was frightened, but most,
Just turned on by the thought of a whipping.
Redhead, unnatural
She was well-stacked, but rather a dead-head,
Nice tits, and a natural red-head.
He’d have to make do,
His to hurt and make do
Things perverted, tied fast to his bedhead.
The flagellant
Though she knew her desires were odd,
Sex and pain brought her closer to God.
She was often, thus, found,
Screaming, naked and bound,
“God, I’m coming! and “Don’t spare the rod!
Silken ropes
As the buckles and silken ropes tightened,
She shivered, excited and frightened;
The fuck, in itself,
Was just straight off the shelf,
But her high, when she came (twice) was heightened!
Left dangling
Warning: Feminists may take offence.
There she hung, arms and legs and ropes tense,
Being toyed with at will,
(And with consummate skill),
In both senses, in helpless suspense!
Pre-commitment
Though there aren’t many things I’d deny you,
When asked if you’d give it a try, you
Said “Yes”, and “What fun!”
Well, the fun’s just begun,
And I’m not ready , yet, to untie you!