by Peter Loaf
The address seedy, rough part of town
I follow orders, park underground
Pepper spray clutching
Overcoat touching
My nipples aching, looking around
On high heels hurry, late for my date
The lift deserted, and second rate
Seventh floor button
Subbie lust glutton
Camera lens painted, trusting to fate
Seven one seven, softly knocking
The door swings open, the scene shocking
A man in a mask
M-Master? I ask
Silently nodding, the door locking
Holding His hand out, silent demand
My coat I open, my fires fanned
Sweaty hot ready
Heartbeats unsteady
My fate is settled, my naked remand
The room is furnished, soundproof secure
Walls floor and ceiling, silence so pure
A bench of leather
The storms I’ll weather
Orgasmizer, the promised cure
Taking position, flat on my back
With ropes he’s binding, given no slack
Spread eagle waiting
Dildo inflating
The motor grinding, endless attack
The dildo filling, thrusting within
Bippy stick whistles, torments begin
Foot bottom blisters
And nipple twisters
My clitty hitting, hurting like sin
Spread eagle bondage, subbie detained
The dildo pumping, pleasure sustained
The stimulation
The simulation
Orgasmizer, the subbie trained
Needing completion, needing to cum
A toothbrush tickles, insistent hum
The piston pumping
Screaming and humping
Pussy juice spurting, smelling of chum
Orgasmizer, switching to high
Dildo inflating, stretching my pie
My climax closing
There’s no opposing
Bippy stick biting, my inner thigh
Orgasms crashing, elusive prize
My pussy clutching, my strangled cries
The motor slowing
My passion knowing
My Master watching, fire in eyes
The streets deserted, I’m driving home
My pussy swollen, dripping my foam
Overcoat staining
I’m not complaining
Orgasmizer, end of my poem
