by Peter Loaf
The kings favorite, hands of the Queen
Lifted to shackles, arms overhead
“Dance for us harlot, dance if you please”
Inner thighs whipping, the knotted thongs
The sin is not mine, the King’s command
In passion floating, watch from above
A chain attaching, hoisting my rear
Hanging and hurting, hook up my ass
Two naked women, one on a hook
My savior turning, to look at me
Puppet dance jumping, the snubbing chain
The hook unhooking, lowered to feet
The Queen sequestered, no statement made .
Taken to dungeon, horrible scene
My bodice ripping
My body stripping
Spreader bar stretching, three feet between
My body displayed, hanging in dread
The guards dismissing
My nipples kissing
The Queen is gloating, my stomach lead
Bippy stick whistles, feeling the breeze
Tippy toe straddle
Big rubber paddle
Bottom beat crimson, my screaming pleas
Kicking and screaming, the heated tongs
The coals are glowing
My panic growing
A strap-on wearing, big as King Cong’s
I had no choices, yet here I stand
My pussy dripping
Love muscle gripping
Hands on my boobies, Royal demand
My royal fucking, tight as a glove
Next thing I’m knowing
A hook she’s showing
Greasing my anus, quick little shove
On tip toe balanced, panting in fear
Bippy stick hitting
“Punishment fitting”
The welts are rising, feeling Her near
The bippy stinging, orgasmic lass
Thunder door knocking
The Queen’s rage shocking
Door opens slowly, the King to pass
His blue eyes burning, powerful look
She knows her peril
His face is feral
Bodyguards calling, the Queen is took
Three way suspension, my wordless plea
Picking up bippy
Pain/passion trippy
My secret showing, for all to see
Three way suspension, nicely detain
My body burning
My tummy churning
Orgasm crashing, passion and pain
Stepping through spreader, open complete
His cock sliding in
I’m gushing within
Flying united, passions compete
Concubine constant, very well paid
My Master and King
The bippy’s hot sting
Subbie lust screaming, innocent maid
