She stood naked. He snappishly flicked
Her left nipple… She’d somehow been tricked!
“Call me Master,” he said,
And she trembled in dread…
“And I warn you… I’m terribly strict!”
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Her new master’s demanding and stern…
The cane welts on her bottom still burn…
And the brand on her breast!
His forever, she guessed…
What she doesn’t know yet, she’ll soon learn!
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.
Morality
He was morally bloody impaired…
Things he did to her made her damn scared!
Dirty, painful, disgusting…
A woman less trusting
Might well have got mad, or despaired!
A few drinks
“Shut your mouth, and get naked!” he ordered.
His drunken friends laughed and applauded.
She grinned and saluted…
“Now come and get rooted,”
He said. Oh god! No more! Too sordid!
Craving
She was eighteen, fucked boys, misbehaved…
In her heart, though, she secretly craved
To not have the control
Over what, where, which hole…
To be totally fucking depraved!
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!)
The silent majority
Most young women, in magazine polls,
Play submissive, non-dominant roles,
Leaving up to their men
All the how, where and when,
And with what, and with whom, and which holes.
Surprise party
She enjoys the strange games he devises.
What pleasure! What pain! What surprises!
She’s ordered to strip;
Will she suffer the whip?
Or his dildos, of all shapes and sizes!
The game
When they play, he tries hard to devise
Stricter bondage, more elegant ties;
Bow-strung thighs, bee-stung breasts,
Harsher physical tests,
Greater fear and lust in her eyes!