Her poor heart gave a jump and a skip,
When he brought out his pearl-handled whip…
“Don’t be frightened, my dear.
I shan’t be severe…
Not this time… now kindly please strip!
Tag: whip
Musing
Was it just her, or women more broadly,
He treated so rough and disord’ly?
The whip and the cane,
Though, had not caused great pain,
Nor affected her much untowardly.
Slim pickings
“Lovely cock!” she said, smacking her lips,
And though titless, and lacking in hips,
She gave head like a pro,
And, as time would soon show,
Wasn’t shy of the cracking of whips!
On a hiding to nothing
“See her, naked! Vile, blasphemous bitch!”
Roared the priest, whip hand starting to twitch.
“Incubus, or foul slut…”
(The whip’s lash stung and cut…”
Witch or harlot, it matters not which!”
Ripping yarn
The girl’s tears, her forcible stripping!
The sound of her underwear ripping!
The hiss and the crack
Of the lash on her back!
Oh God! Yes! How he loved a good whipping!
Unspeakable desires
Whip or cane, darling? You may select.
Snick-a-snick! Oh! A lovely effect!
What was that , that you said?
Nipple clamps? Nod your head!
And the vibrator too, I suspect!
The tools of seduction
Young and foolish, a bit of a rager,
Be up for whatever, he’d wager!
A couple more drinks,
She’ll be ready, he thinks…
Bondage, whips (all good fun, nothing major!)
A knotty problem
Having tried it, though not much enthused,
Bondage, whips, she was rather confused.
Would she do it again?
She came hard, true, but then,
Was it love, or just being abused?
Gotta have a gimmick
Getting older, she said, is a drag;
Wrinkles, big bum, tits starting to sag.
So it’s old dog, new tricks!
Things come into the mix
Such as handcuffs, the whip and the gag!
Roll play
Though his motives remained rather murky,
She went along, giggling and perky.
“Yes! Whip me please Master!
Ouch! God! Fuck me faster!”
She screamed, coming, eyes rolled up, jerky.