by Peter Loaf
His captive complete, locked up in steel
A time for thinking, time for regret
Hours of silence, the basement cell
Subbie submissive, needing His cock
Footsteps descending, the lights go out
Lying on cushion, feet in the air
Moaning in passion, lifting my sex
My pussy clenching, needing His meat
Shifting position, His foreskin’s touch
Riding my Master, feeling his cock
Change of position, flipped over front
Held in his irons, filled to the brim
The morning gentle, cuddle and coo .
Bent and presented, helpless I feel
My pussy pinking
Pheromones stinking
Left on my lonesome, part of His deal
Naked and helpless, you better bet
His irons folding
My body holding
A royal fucking, I’m gonna get
My butt cheeks numbing, labia swell
The itch I can’t scratch
My wide hungry snatch
Wiggle jerk struggle, His irons quell
My nipples aching, the ticking clock
Waddle butt inching
His irons pinching
Nowhere I’m going, the ticking lock
Shackled and helpless, pheromones fount
His presence feeling
His piglet squealing
Lifted positioned, ready to mount
Bippy stick swishing, hyper aware
Nipple rings threading
Pretenses shedding
Pussy spread tickle, His tongue in there
Licky slick probing, stacking the decks
His business knowing
My juices flowing
Held in His irons, under His hex
Helpless in shackles, control complete
My passion rising
My passion prizing
My Master Masters, my sweetest treat
My mumbled desire, my pussy’s clutch
It’s big as a tree
Drawing within me
Screaming in passion, ‘twas ever such
Long hot and thrusting, hard as a rock
Thumb on my button
Smelling His mutton
Slipping and gripping, shock after shock
Kneeling behind me, filling my cunt
Hands gripping boobies
My ring stretched rubies
Harder He’s thrusting, deep in the hunt
His cock unlocking, my eager quim
Screaming and needing
My pussy breeding
Master my Master, seeding within
Our bed of roses, our love renew
My needs fulfilling
My Master willing
His subbie sated, my dragons slew
