She’d been raped, tied up, had her arse smacked…
Some big bloke (she knew that for a fact)
Had committed the crime.
Being drunk at the time,
It was hard, though, to be more exact.
Tag: tied up
No joy-ride
When he’d tied her up, yeah, she’d been willing,
(Some fantasy he was fulfilling),
She couldn’t escape…
It was pretty much rape…
Well, at least, one might say, less than thrilling!
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!
Bending the rules
Now he’s tied her up, just for a game,
Spanked her, tickled her; all pretty tame,
(Which she liked, he could tell,)
Why not fuck her as well?
Damn! To not do would be such a shame!
Gordian knots
To have fucked her like that was damn spiteful.
The being tied up, too, just frightful!
Was she, though, to blame,
Since she had, to her shame,
Found the whole wretched saga delightful?
Breach of contract
Being tied up was fine, it would seem,
But the subsequent blood-curdling scream
And profanities meant
What was used, where it went,
Might have been just a little extreme!
Time exposure
She said “Bloody hell! This is the pits!
Tied up, stark naked, freezing my tits!
And you haven’t done much,
But take photos and such;
If it’s hard yet, let’s see where it fits!”
Baser appetites
Deep inside him, his dark side was stirring.
Her sense for such things was unerring.
“Let’s skip the dessert…
Fuck me now! Make it hurt!
Tie me up, if you like!” she said, purring.
The American bar scene
She went out to a bar and got drunk;
The last thing she recalled was a “clunk”.
She woke up, half-undressed,
As the unwilling guest
Of some pervert, tied up in his trunk!
Tooth and claw
She resisted, and fought tooth and claw;
She protested, and blasphemed and swore,
Till he got her tied up,
Naked, sunny-side-up,
Which, as cheating, of course, we deplore!