Fat blokes, skinny blokes, sometimes a mob…
Dildos, dicks, fingers, corn on the cob…
Do a lap dance or twerk,
It’s all just a day’s work…
Getting tied up… all part of the job.
Tag: bondage
Convention
She said “Gentlemen! Please! Some decorum!
We do seem to now have a quorum.
So, welcome! (Applause)
From us pain sluts and whores,
To the Bondage and Discipline Forum!”
Binding agreement
She woke up from a deep sleep to find
Herself nude, in a bit of a bind…
Indeed hogtied, in fact…
And her arse being smacked…
Being fucked … which she didn’t much mind!
Bad trip
All this bondage stuff’s kinda the pits,
Fuckin’ tied up, her big purple tits,
Bein’ flogged with a whip…
Weird fucker’s sick trip…
Still the money ain’t bad, she admits.
Saturday night in the convent
One must make one’s own fun when one’s cloistered…
The good sisters drunkenly roistered…
One poor sister, young,
Naked, poked as she hung
On a cross she’d been tied to and hoisted.
On tenterhooks
He had some sort of nasty invention,
For hanging her, trussed, in suspension,
Her bottom exposed…
His intent, she supposed,
To do things much too frightful to mention!
Mind over matter
Gagged and blindfolded, muffled and blind,
Being fucked from in front and behind,
Hogtied, naked, exposed…
Could be worse, she supposed,
Than just this… which she didn’t much mind.
Magenta
Tattooed cunt that read “Pay as you enter”…
Big dildo thrust hard up her centre,
Spreadeagled she lay,
Helpless, writhe as she may,
Her bound tits throbbing, shiny, magenta!
Plaything
Tied up, naked, his plaything, enslaved…
“Gosh!” she thought. “The damn fellow’s depraved!”
She’d be raped, it seemed… Great!
But, she mused, from which fate
She’d not mind, frankly, not being saved.
Front row seat
He would fuck her, he swore… would he dare?
Naked, tied to a rickety chair…
He continued to shout,
His cock bobbing about,
At which (strange) it was hard not to stare!