by Peter Loaf
Perfect round bottom, sticking up high
Wrapping in plastic, tightens the bind
Struggles and mumbles, ass turning pink
Another layer, a spandex bag
Ass up and ready, she cannot move
Quivers and spasms, spurting and wet
The crotch ropes loosened, kneeling behind .
She cannot escape, can’t even try
High hot and horny
Her problem thorny
Fight or flight trumping, the spider’s fly
A hood on her head, now she is blind
A gag ball stretching
She looks quite fetching
Open hand smacking, her bare behind
Tight little anus, her brown-eye’s wink
Knotted crotch splitter
Knot on her shitter
Perfect round bottom, feeding my kink
Tighter and tighter, don’t like to brag
The drawstring cinching
Her bottom pinching
Pleading for mercy, behind the gag
My cane comes slicing, something to prove
Creamy cheeks welting
Resistance melting
Subbie space dweller, into her groove
Whistle hit wiggle, high horny get
Gag muffled pleading
Wordless entreating
Her rump I’m roasting, game match and set
Tight bundle begging, wide-on I find
My organ slipping
Her pussy dripping
Love muscle gripping, the tightest bind
