To a chorus of giggles and squeals,
Brunhilda, in leathers and heels,
Applied to a client
Her cane long and pliant,
Creating a criss-cross of weals.
Tag: masochist
Useful woman
Lady Wetherby loves to be used,
In a manner that oft leaves her bruised:
To begin with, she strips,
And is beaten with whips.
After which she’s more roundly abused.
Form Guide
The outrageous Miss Abigail Tupp
Went to Flemington course for the Cup:
She was photographed there,
With her hind-quarters bare,
And with forty-eight kilograms up.
Unbridled lust
Wearing nothing but reins and a saddle
Dame Edith, with chauffeur astraddle,
Her buttocks red raw,
Pranced about on the floor,
Shouting “Home James, and don’t spare the paddle!”
Ill repute
Lady Sarah Smythe-Jones, by repute,
Leads a life, in a word, dissolute:
She drinks only champagne,
Likes her sex mixed with pain,
And quite likes the alternative route.
The flogging
Bullwhip, riding crop, cat-o-nine-tails…
He flogs her… she writhes, screams and wails…
Back, pussy, arse, tits…
In hysterical fits…
She comes wildly, poor bitch. Never fails!
Glutton for punishment
When he brought out his whip and his cane,
Though she dreaded the shame and the pain,
She knelt, begged for it still,
For the illicit thrill…
“Fuck!” she thought. “A girl must be insane!”
Master
This unworthy cunt begs Master, please,
Squeeze her titties, please. Squeeze harder! Squeeze!
Let her lick Master’s balls…
Bounce her arse off the walls…
Let her lick Master’s cock while he pees!
The lash
She hung helpless, awaiting the hiss
Of his whip, and the sting of its kiss…
Welts and scars never shown
Guilty shame never known…
Her sublime, secret sexual bliss!
Tears
Tears flow… she refuses to scream…
His idea of love is extreme…
And her own. Sex and pain,
So entwined in her brain…
Like a vivid, erotic bad dream!