Bound and gagged… a man couldn’t be dafter!
His wife’s moans, the fuck-sounds, her laughter!
He seethes, as he ought,
Yet he’s hard at the thought
Of his fucking her wet pussy after!
Tag: bondage
Sin of omission
A few things he omitted to mention…
(Forgot to, or else by intention),
The bondage, the whips…
So that now, as she strips,
She looks round, filled with vague apprehension.
Wish list
There’s a thing that I crave, she explained…
To be naked and helpless, restrained…
You can fuck me, of course,
But with cruelty, force…
But I need to be whipped too. Or caned.
Cooling off
She thought “God! A girl must be insane!”
He was saying, “There will be some pain…
You’ll be whipped. I may spank you…”
She’d stripped, but said “Thank you…
But no… I believe I’ll abstain.”
Game
She’d been strung up, whipped, tickled and caned,
Fucked and buggered, left totally drained…
All, of course, just a game,
But the way that she came
Was decidedly not the least feigned!
Captured
The young amazon, powerful, lithe,
Could do nothing but grimace and writhe…
Naked, spreadeagled, bound
To the stakes in the ground…
His cock cut through her cunt like a scythe!
Sunday roast
“Gosh! This bondage thing’s fun!” she admitted.
“I feel quite sluttish!” she tittered…
“Hog-tied, fucked both ends
By yourself and your friends…
Like a damn chicken, trussed up and spitted!”
Blank
She was thrown in a dungeon. Clank, clank!
Naked, chained to the wall. Her heart sank.
God! How helpless she felt!
He unfastened his belt…
And the rest is a merciful blank.
Predicament
She was locked in a cage of some kind…
Some contraption perversely designed…
Metal clamps on her tits,
Her legs spread in the splits…
My god! What could the man have in mind?”
Her hobby
“Any hobbies?” She blushed, looked abashed.
“Well… on weekends I like to get smashed,
And then maybe I’ll go
To this place that I know,
And get tied up and get my arse thrashed!”