How undignified… crudely restrained,
And stark naked, one’s arse being caned!
Being fucked like a whore…
Still, life can be a bore,
And this keeps one, at least, entertained.
Tag: bondage
Stockholm syndrome
“I’ve been used by him, tied up, mistreated…
Been rooted rough too, like,” she tweeted.
“And maybe tonight,
If I’m lucky, it might,
If I’m naughty enough, be repeated!”
Balance of power
His hard cock, hammered in like a rivet,
On which she must balance and pivot…
Hung up like a ham,
She can’t hump worth a damn,
Though she normally fucks like a civet!
A predicament
Naked, hogtied, hung up on a pulley,
Legs spread, to expose her more fully…
She liked it, but, rough,
Them big dildos and stuff,
And his thick cock, of course, the big bully!
Mechanisation
Ropes and pulleys, electrical winch…
To her credit, not even a flinch…
And, in fact, she was grinning,
Her lovely arse spinning
Down onto his cock, inch by inch!
If only
If he’d known that she loved him so madly,
It wouldn’t have turned out so sadly…
The rope, her distress…
When she would have said yes,
And have given herself to him gladly!
Oh Christmas tree
Bloody Christmas Eve night, of all nights!
Naked, tied up with damn twinkling lights!
Frosted hair, frosted thatch,
Candy cane up her snatch…
Silly season has just reached new heights!
How, she still doesn’t quite understand,
Does she find herself candles in hand,
Bloody star on her head,
Tinsel, silver, green, red…
And her feet in a bucket of sand?
“Want to do something special?” he’d said.
She’d said “Sure.” But look where it’s led!
Now he’s pulled out the stick,
And his candy-striped dick’s
Being pushed up her pussy instead!
Enough rope
Tight enough? But not too tight, he hopes.
Hang her up now, and see how she copes,
Being screwed in mid-air.
Does she know? Does she care,
That he’s only still learning the ropes?
Mixed feelings
At the sight of his dungeon, a chill
Runs right through her, she feels quite ill!
Yet the thought of the things
That he’ll do to her brings
An intense, sudden, sexual thrill!
Slow boil
As he tickled her clit with a feather,
Restrained, hood and corset of leather,
She drooled and she moaned,
Release too long postponed…
She’d about reached the end of her tether!