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!”
Tag: masochist
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.
Flawed
The poor girl had just one fatal flaw,
She liked violence, sex, blood and gore;
It was all rather ghoulish,
Perverted and foolish,
And made her anaemic and sore!