by Peter Loaf
My leather cat suit, sexy and black
My Master helping, zipped under in back
Stiletto high heel
All part of the deal
Leg irons locking, the deck to stack
Fancy red ribbon, my big surprise
Stuff made to order, and just my size
Smooth shiny and cold
In slavery they hold
Wrists thumbs and collar, widen my eyes
Dressed for our party, our friends coming
Hobble down helpless, my pulse drumming
I’m swelling below
Get on with the show
Soaking through leather, pussy chumming
The doorbell ringing, I hobble fast
Bending and gripping, farewell the past
Door swinging open
Helpless slave hopin’
Our guests come streaming, the die is cast
Chuckles and squeezes, patting my rump
Zipper un-zipping, his finger plump
My Master looming
His subbie swooning
Six of two dozen, to doorbell jump
Door handle turning, un-zippered crotch
Backing up naked, too many watch
The slave is serving
Subbie lust perving
Bondage club meeting, wet tile splotch
Helpless in irons, zippers equipped
The cat suit stripping, in irons gripped
My body revealed
Keep your eyes peeled
Virgin white bottom, never been whipped
My subbie lusting, my needs to fill
Bondage club chatters, internet thrill
First ever meeting
E friends I’m greeting
Horny house party, undressed to kill
