by Peter Loaf
My car I’m parking, six blocks away
The buzzer buzzing, pushing the door
A curtain parting, he’s big enough
Restraints are waiting, buckled in place
Singletree lowered, hooked to my feet
Patting my pussy, greasing my bum
Hung by my pussy, ankles and wrists
A crop comes cutting, jerking reflex
Dildo vibrating, shoved down my ass
A ring gag fitted, pull up a chair
Mind blanking passion, the crashing storm .
My high heels clicking, the break of day
The address checking
To storefront trekking
My tummy churning, my feet of clay
The store deserted, expected more
The windows painted
Atmosphere tainted
The deadly silence, wet to my core
“Take off your clothing,” His order gruff
My dress unzipping
My panties slipping
Standing there naked, muscle-bound tough
Watching it happen, a tinny taste
On table sitting
It’s only fitting
My wishes nothing, my heart beats race
My arms attaching, feeling my heat
Hoisting to ceiling
Helpless I’m feeling
Hanging inverted, helpless complete
His Johnson stirring, reason I come
Pussy studs fiddle
Kiss in the middle
Bungee cord stretching, getting me some
Gripping my titties, each of His fists
My nipples pinching
Inverted lynching
Sucking my clitty, hot horny mist
Labia stretching, feelings complex
Broken string puppet
The ante up it
Bottom cheeks burning, upended sex
Toothbrush electric, it comes to pass
High wide and open
Slippery slopin’
Subbie lust Mastered, give it the gas
His big cock thrusting, gripping my hair
Kick wiggle gasping
My tonsils grasping
High horny helpless, gulping for air
Hung up and helpless, forced to perform
Services tendered
Services rendered
Money’s worth getting, orgasms swarm
