My Scheme

In cuffs and a collar,

You are but my dream.

Unable to deflect,

The will of my scheme.

With a gag and a blindfold,

More senses removed.

Those except,

For the ones that I choose.

Your skin is alive,

Goosebumped, waiting for touch.

Your pussy getting wetter,

Building an ache in your crotch.

Legs spread by a bar,

Spread open wide.

Unable to stop the first droplet,

Escape down your thigh.

Hands secured,

Above your sweet head.

The anticipation it holds,

Both excitement and dread.

But now, it’s my time,

What I do next is for me.

It’s what I want,

It’s what I need.

The slightest pinch,

Upon your you taut lil breast.

Sends a shock wave out,

South to north, east to west.

The hard upward slap,

That shocks your wet cunt.

Removes your composure,

Draws an uncomfortable grunt.

The unseen biting teeth,

Leave my mark on your arse.

Raise a muffled scream,

Summon determination as I laugh.

But what is pain,

Without pleasure hand in hand.

As the vibrating wand,

Now brings a demand.

It finds your clit,

It finds your core.

It pulls out orgasmic ecstasy,

Til it drips upon the floor.

You can hardly catch breath,

As my palm slaps your flesh.

Every place touched,

Not just buttocks and breasts.

I want your whole body,

To feel that sting.

I want every inch,

Of your skin to sing.

Before I release you,

Before I give succour.

Before I comfort,

Become gentle lover.

Then your reward,

Your gift is returned.

And with warmth and true love,

You receive what you’ve earned.

Respect and admiration,

For your sweet sacrifice.

My love and affection,

For the rest of our lives.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Can You Feel Me?

Can you feel me?

The warm rigidity of my length sliding into your wet pool of arousal.

Can you feel me?

The stretch as your labia, sorely underused opens to accommodate.

Can you feel me?

The tight grip my hands have as they pin you down by your wrists.

Can you feel me?

The sharp shock that dulls to an ache as my teeth bite into your slender neck.

Can you feel me?

The loss, the total loss of control that I’ve wrestled from you as I dominate.

Can you feel me?

The eruption, the seismic surge that explodes out from your core as you cum under me.

Can you feel me?

All this, all that we’ve done, every second burned into your memory as it’s burned into mine.

Can you feel me?

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.