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: whips
Sin of omission
A few things he omitted to mention…
(Forgot to, or else by intention),
The bondage, the whips…
So that now, as she strips,
She looks round, filled with vague apprehension.
Curious
Well, she thought. He’s a curious fella!
Don’t get out too much, by his pallor.
The whips and the chains?
Guess that sort of explains
Why I’m locked in this cage, in his cellar!
The master and the mistress
He was older than her, pushing fifty,
Rich though, just a bit… sort of shifty,
And kinky and all…
Whips and chains on the wall,
Huge vibrators, as well! Kind of nifty.
Innovation
Fucking other girls wasn’t the same.
A plain root, somehow, now seemed so tame!
Whips and chains, nasty toys…
Other girls, other boys …
She did things that perhaps had no name!