by Peter Loaf
Expert manhandled, blinded by tape
Taken to cellar, awaiting rape
Kow-Tow positioned
Rope art commissioned
The Laird’s retainers, never escape
Ass up presented, my legs are split
Prickle itch sisal, shuddering fit
Each tiny wiggle
Can’t even jiggle
My Master coming, pinching my clit
Three buzzing spiders, needle-tooth bite
Two on my nipples, my pain filled night
Hot body sweating
Horny I’m getting
Pussy lips dripping, Friday-nite tight
A harem of virgins, separate cells
Each day another, under hemp spells
The crop’s caresses
The slave confesses
Shudder-cum-wiggle, ringing His bells
I’ve never seen him, kept in the dark
A man impotent, mind of a shark
His only pleasure
In fullest measure
His sex slave serving, making His mark
My passion growing, my sex burning
Maiden head checking, stomach churning
Two fingers prodding
Screaming through wadding
His slave is begging, His boon earning
His footsteps circle, the lights are hot
The bondage holding, girl on the spot
The crop comes singing
My bottom stinging
My passion surging, my boiling pot
Left in position, taking a nap
Tied down exhausted, girl in a trap
At dawn returning
My freedom earning
His pecker perky, ready to scrap
My body burning, the sisal itch
Maidenhead ripping, bleeding His bitch
My numbness crumbles
Orgasm tumbles
His smooth hard member, isn’t it rich
An heir is needed, title and land
Pervert desires, making demand
His big cock reborn
Hard as a horn
My egg in waiting, carefully planned
The bloodline royal, my son a king
King’s mum promoted, the apron string
Timing my capture
My subbie rapture
Sex slave to Royal, treasure to bring
