by Peter Loaf
My Master and me, wish I could see
There’s no light showing, my nasal plea
It’s part of our deal
When blinded I feel . . .
Human antenna, caressing me
Sense of touch hyper, heat of his hand
Hogtied and horny, muffled demand
My bottom slapping
My nipples snapping
Subbie space rushing, Cherry’s last stand
His careful bindings, the silken sheet
Floating in darkness, it’s almost sweet
Pussy lips plumping
My bones he’s jumping
Lazing on Sunday, happy complete
The bottom slapping, starting to hurt
Subbie lust rising, my nipples pert
Helpless in season
Who cares the reason
High horny making, about to squirt
Subbie enjoying, the truth be told
Sex object total, Master’s control
My passion contained
Can’t be explained
The maiden detained, the story old
Fingers flick tickle, a nipple pinched
A thumb comes greasing, my anus clinched
His magic powered
Bound and devoured
Subbie lust bundle, the knots are cinched
Kow Tow position, butt in the wind
His dinger dinging, pussy within
Love muscle clinging
All caution flinging
Sensuous thrusting, feeling no sin
Strong hands are gripping, lifting my arms
Face in the bedding, uplifted charms
War pony charging
Vulva enlarging
Blindness enhancing, clanging alarms
Firemen crashing, through smoke and fire
Couple caught fucking, moaning desire
No time for fooling
Fireman’s schooling
Rescue the victims, orgasms dire
A blanket wrapping, out on the street
My bondage loosened, helped to a seat
Carefully pealing
Sudden pain squealing
The cameras flashing, freedom complete
Two cops are holding, Master between
“Oh please don’t hurt him, only our scene!”
The neighbors hooting
Our asses booting
Our condo selling, move to Racine
