by Peter Loaf
I’m blind date nervous, sipping my tea
A quiet dinner, getting to know
A taxi taking, Manhattan night
Underground parking, paying the fare
“Clothes in the closet, put on these shoes!”
A stool stands waiting, sturdy oak wood
Thumb in my bummer, tickle and tease
Butt first a flogging, cat-o-nine-tails
Head spinning panic, I cannot change
A one way mirror, how many drunks
My clitty hardens, a pain filled nob
A chair He’s pulling, close up behind
Leather pants stripping, hung like a horse
His cock I’m gripping, coated in lard
Then magic happens, a rising tide .
If I had any sense, surely I’d flee
Office friend Millie
Her old friend Willy
Dressed all in leather, weak in the knee
A bondage Master, not just for show
Lifelong desire
My inner fire
Submission complete, hands of a pro
His hand on my elbow, a little tight
Panties removing
A look reproving
Fresh shaved and swollen, there in plain sight
Private lift leading, under His care
The penthouse above
Push comes to shove
His torture tower, His pain-filled lair
His orders brusque, a Master’s cues
The closet locking
On spike heels rocking
Naked young woman, bubbling stew
A coil of nylon, it’s understood
Bent over binding
Subbie space finding
Bottom’s up subbie, got me but good
Head down demented, I’m bound to please
Tongue in my pussy
Harvest my juicy
Leather pants bulging, weak in the knees
Perfect position, the flogger impales
My hymen ripping
I’m nearly tipping
Bleeding and helpless, my bottom flailed
Bottom bright burning, my open range
Subbie space floating
Inner thighs coating
Bottom’s up bondage, my Master’s stage
Dancing and prancing, how many hunks
The flogging just stops
Licking my chops
Tickle-stick buzzing, chuckling skunks
Tickle-stick touching, doing its job
Bent and presented
And sexy scented
Virgin’s blood dripping, ridden roughshod
His tongue collecting, out of my mind
Welted bum burning
Libido hot churning
Clean as a whistle, girl in a bind
Stiff and extended, knowing remorse
His pre-cum glisten
Filling my vision
Stretching me open, taken by force
Virgin tight pussy, His quarter yard
Someone is screaming
Getting a reaming
Bottom’s up subbie, painful and hard
The pain is morphing, changing inside
My muscles gripping
His semen stripping
Orgasms crashing, the whip applied
