Is she mad? She’s at least on the verge…
When she’s horny, she gets this wild urge…
Not to fuck… but to be
Naked, tied to a tree,
And submit to the cane or the scourge!
Tag: masochism
Bitter-sweet
Welts from whips, the occasional bruise…
His, her master’s to use and abuse.
Bound with ropes, hung in chains,
Pleasures sweet, sweeter pains,
Little choice, though she’d never refuse!
Initiation
Master / Slave contract sealed and signed…
Hours, penalties, such, all defined…
He said “Suck my cock, bitch!”
A bit brutal, but which
Was of course how it all was designed.
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!
What did you do on the weekend?
This unworthy cunt begs Master Dave,
Lock her up all weekend in The Cave.
This cunt begs to be stripped,
Fucked and sodomised, whipped…
Dinner’s cooked.
Signed
@susantheslave
Chastisement
Naked, laid on his knee to be spanked,
Wife and chattel, his word sacrosanct,
If the fool had but known!
(As she came, with a moan…
Guilty pleasure, for which God be thanked!)
Penance
The young housekeeper thought it quite odd
That the priest drank and argued with God,
Cried “I’m weak and defiled!
You must punish me, child!
Beat my arse, girl, and don’t spare the rod!”
Cutting edge
A strange fetish, perverse and obscure;
Such pain, the poor girl, to endure!
Those piercings, too!
“Well, it’s something to do,”
She said, “Just till I find something newer.”
The flagellant
Though she knew her desires were odd,
Sex and pain brought her closer to God.
She was often, thus, found,
Screaming, naked and bound,
“God, I’m coming! and “Don’t spare the rod!
The papist
He’s respectable, shy and a papist,
In secret though, sickly escapist,
And when not at church
He submits to the birch;
He’s a pedophile too, and a rapist.