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!
Tag: masochist
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!
FUN
She said “Next Tuesday lunchtime, you’ll meet me.
Room Six. Use the whips and canes… beat me!
My safe word is FUN.
Do not stop till I’m done.
Lay me down then. Don’t fuck me, just eat me!”
Testing the limits
Was there anything that she’d not do?
She’d been raped, beaten, left black and blue…
Been disgustingly used…
Yet she’d never refused…
In a strange way, enjoyed herself too.
Good faith
Being tied up and fucked is her kink,
(Much more common, you know, than you think!)
Though most men go along,
If it goes a bit wrong,
She says, sometimes one needs a stiff drink!
Consequences
Disobedient, ordered to strip;
The big dildo, the cane or the whip?
Naked, chained to the wall,
She thought “God! Maybe all!”
Cunt so wet it was starting to drip!
His pound of flesh
Pretty, headstrong, and apt to be rash,
For a fee, she’d adapt to the lash.
A sore bum, a fat purse;
It could well have been worse,
And she was, so to say, strapped for cash.