She spent evenings tied up or chained,
Being fucked, often whipped, sometimes caned,
At the whim of her master…
“Oh God! Fuck me faster!”
She’d mutter, teeth gritted, restrained.
Tag: submissive
Groundhog
She enticed men to use her… just meat…
For the pleasure, the pain… both so sweet…
Raped, abused, beaten… worse…
Just her fate, self-made curse…
Eat, sleep, fuck… days on endless repeat.
Trad-wife
“Wife and mother”, she said… “that’s life’s pinnacle…
“Wow! Lucky me!” she said, cynical…
Loved, in his way
Fucking never for play,
Just her duty, his right, cold and clinical.
Mad, bad and dangerous to know
She’s a slut… it’s her own kind of madness…
Perversions, all manner of badness…
Abused, used in ways
To disgust or amaze…
In her mind, joy and shame mixed with sadness.
Hope
Her new boyfriend’s built like a gorilla…
Love? Tenderness? Not a scintilla.
She’s just like those dolls,
Skin, hair, tits and some holes…
To be used… hope he isn’t a killer!
His
She was his, to be used and to share,
Anytime, anyone, anywhere,
So she’s there, in a room,
Being buggered… by whom?
Not to know, or say no… not to care.
Different strokes
As she gags, drools and vomits and chokes,
“It’s way down to your belly,” he jokes,
And he cums with a grunt…
Fuckin’ better than cunt,”
He says. “Yes, love,” she croaks.
It’s complicated
Leather, handcuffs, the whips and the chains…
It’s all wonderful fun, she explains,
The surrender, the bliss
Of the whip’s biting kiss…
And the way that she cums, for her pains!
Say please
She’s a flirt, and a slut, and a tease…
Now he’s got her there, nude, hands and knees,
Begging “Fuck this cunt, Sir!”
Which he will, of course… duh…
But just gives her big tits a hard squeeze.
Test drive
“You’re a sub?” he said. “Well… get undressed,
“I shall give you a bit of a test…”
And she’s flogged, back and front,
Ass and thighs, tits and cunt…
Without flinching… hmm… Pretty impressed.