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!
Tag: bondage
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!”
The lady of the house
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.
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!