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!
Tag: bondage
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!
The works
The guy’s dungeon was damn well equipped!
She was led in blindfolded and stripped,
Fucked with vibrating things
Fucked in chains and on swings,
Flogged with riding crops, caned, spanked and whipped!
Full disclosure
“We do bondage stuff, now and again,”
She said. “Chains, dildos, ropes, whip and cane…
We’d just got kind of bored…
Nothing too untoward…
Fucking great, though … it’s hard to explain.”
Parlour games
Ropes and whips, but still all pretty tame…
Hurt her some, make her come, that’s the aim.
“Beat me harder, sir! More!
Leave my arse red and raw!
Fuck your whore… that’s the name of the game.
The art of persuasion
Cheeky wench… Her continued defiance
Of course justified his reliance
On ropes, handcuffs, chains,
Riding crops, whips and canes,
Which ensured her grudging compliance.
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?