Torture Slant

I have a new torture slant,

To make you cum until you can’t.

Multiple quaking releases,

Pleasure that never ceases.

You’ll moan about the pain,

As you cry out orgasms again and again.

I want to test your will,

I want to extract all the thrill.

I want it for me, mine.

No matter how much time.

I have a new torture slant,

To make you cum until you can’t.

I want everything you have inside,

I will not be denied, don’t you dare hide.

I wish, I wish, I wish

I wish, I wish, I wish,
You were before me bent to receive.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
You were gagged, struggling to breathe.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
I was pulling my belt from my pants.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
That it’s leather could sting your arse.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
It was tenderising your rump.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
Each strike was wetting your cunt.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
That once done you’d still hold me tight.
I wish, I wish, I wish,
We were snuggled after penitent rite.

Scream

Scream you little bitch,
No-one will hear.
There’s nothing like fucking,
That induces a little fear.
Wondering if the rope,
At your throat’s too tight.
Or if your skin will break,
As I take bite after bite.
Scream you little whore,
No one could cares less.
If I batter your arse,
Leave a bruised tender mess.
Wondering If you’ll be able,
To sit any time this week.
Or your swollen used cunt,
Will shrink back to petite.
Scream you little slut,
If you want all that’s in store.
Put your face in your pillow,
And scream out for more.

Next Time We Meet

I’ve been pondering what I want,

What we do next time we meet?

Whether I fuck you with all our toys,

Or consume you without accompaniment, neat.

I’ve been envisaging us together again,

In our place with our best friend lust.

Whether I tie you down to give and take,

Or leave you free to help and adjust.

I’ve been dreaming the dreams we’ve always made true,

Each one has been hotter than hot.

And I don’t care what the hell we do!

As long as we give all that we’ve got.