Cheeky wench… Her continued defiance
Of course justified his reliance
On ropes, handcuffs, chains,
Riding crops, whips and canes,
Which ensured her grudging compliance.
Tag: bondage
Suspense
Hung by pulleys and ropes on his hoist,
Upside down… second thoughts, though, unvoiced…
Quite surprising to find
That she didn’t much mind,
And her pussy surprisingly moist!
Looking on the bright side
In the jungle, nude, tied to a tree…
“Oh my God!” she thinks. “Jesus! Why me?
I’ll be ravaged… at least…
Or a cannibal feast!
All those big black men… hmmm… yes God, please!”
Disrespect
Disrespectful, she thought, the forced stripping,
The being tied up and the whipping…
An outrage, indeed!
And just where might this lead?
So then why was her damn pussy dripping?
Fair question
So… she’s naked, trussed up like a chook…
She’s no wimp, but she don’t like the look
Of that winch thing, mind you…
What’s he going to do
With those chains… and that fucking big hook?
Kitty
Fluffy handcuffs… click, click… very pretty,
Clothes peg on each cute little titty…
“And what’s this down here?
Your pussy, my dear!
It’s licking my finger! Nice kitty.”
Mounted
Bit and bridled, and harnessed and buckled,
She clung to the bed-post, white knuckled…
Slap, thump, being fucked,
While she whinnied and bucked
As he whipped her hindquarters and chuckled.
Life ain’t no feather bed
Grit her teeth, she thought. Weather the test…
Handcuffs, whips, chains and leather… her breast
Will be scarred… The whip bites!
Fuck! So hard! His perverted delights
She’ll submit to, to feather her nest.
Third degree
Bondage sex? Well… how bad could it be?
Just a matter, she thought, of degree…
How much pain can she bear?
No say what he puts where…
What the fuck, baby… suck it and see!
Subtotal recall
She’d been raped, tied up, had her arse smacked…
Some big bloke (she knew that for a fact)
Had committed the crime.
Being drunk at the time,
It was hard, though, to be more exact.