I fucking own you

You are mine.

I fucking own you.

I’m yours.

You own me too.

Our love, our lust,

Our sexual rage.

Could write a tome,

Page after filthy page.

Sordid acts,

Debauchery.

Nothing not tried,

By you and by me.

Physical,

Psychological bliss.

Puckered up ready,

For Daddy’s belt’s kiss.

Tied tight,

Blindfold, black as night.

Anticipation, exhilaration,

Lust done just right.

I fucking own you,

You, you’re my one desire.

You own me,

You hold my burning inner fire.

Obey You

I will obey
Every urge I feel
Towards you, I do bend
Off the horizon
Deeper behind
That’s where my need resides
It’s you that flows now
Not blood, sweat, or tears
It’s you circulating within
It’s you that seeps, creeps
You’re all I see, feel, and believe
Deeper behind
Off the horizon
Beyond the frame of our flesh
Behind the mirror of our love
I’ve become your beauty
And you have become my beast
Deeper than deep
To the edge, again
To the edge, always
Pleasure our horizon

His delight, your distress

Daddy wants you bound,

Wants you ready to receive.

He says you’ve been a naughty miss,

Wants to spank you for his grief.

Whether you’ve been a naughty girl,

Matters not in his grand scheme.

For he’d find anything at all,

To bring about this scene.

He loves to see his sweetest peach,

Loves to colour it pink.

The feel of warmth as his palm connects,

The squeals he hears, his kink.

So babygirl, my good, good girl,

You might as well transgress,

For Daddy wants what he wants,

His delight, your distress.

To Hell We Sank

The buckle locks the ball in place.

Your mouth open wide and full.

Struggling for breath with reddened face.

A look that I’ll never find dull.

I pull your legs up, arse ready to receive.

The belt I fold over in two.

And with this belt I’ll make you believe.

That all that you want can come true.

Whack! It stings, the very first blow.

A burning resonance spreads.

Whack! Again letting you know.

This is feeling that you sometimes dread.

But not today as you struggle for breath.

Your having the time of your life.

Not today as your mind’s left bereft.

By the belts next hefty slice.

Eyes so mournful tug at my heart.

Begging me please, for what I’m not sure.

So with the last lash I swing wide to arse.

And the impact shakes to your core.

There there, my good good girl.

I whipser my heart felt thanks.

There there, my angel, my world.

Tis with me to hell that you sank.

Upon our bed

Pictures of us in my head, 

You’re tied down ready upon our bed. 

No lingerie,  I see you nude,

Oh what a sight,  my Beauty filled view.

I ponder first, which course to take, 

A luxury I have,

As your unable to escape.

My mind made up, I touch your skin,

I gently caress, so softly it’s a sin.

Watching the goosebumps appear in fingers wake,

I listen to the contented sighs that you make.

I feel the want, ebbing from your heart, 

Now you’re ready,  now the fun starts.

Wand comes second, held firmly to clit,

You cum third, crying ” Holy shit!”.

An outburst crude, I’ll not stand for that.

And suddenly the wand is replaced with a slap!

“Aaargh fuck!” A cry of heartfelt pain,

Encouraging me to slap clit again and again.

Til then I hear what I need,

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry, please!”

I stop and I climb between tied thighs,

I look for remorse in your blue eyes.

I see it there, real, I see regret,

I also see glistening, your cunt, it’s so wet.

So, what else is a daddy to do?

But kiss it all better, to lick up that dew.

To make good our play with tongue and lips.

To keep going as you cum, cum bucking hips.

I taste you my Beauty, my sweet tasting girl,

I lap up your juices as you cum, come unfurled.

Easing off, I’m proud of my sweet,

Thankful for the courage , the bravery I meet.

For its not everyday that anyone would give.

Themselves over bound to truly live.

So untied now, again I caress. 

And show you through love, how I’m truly blessed.

The Perfect Canvas

Gently, I tie off the rope around your knee and loop the loose end around the iron bed pole pulling your leg up into beautiful symmetry with the other. Now you’re how I want you, hands tied above your head, legs spread in a frog like pose, you’re open, defenceless. I gaze upon the beautiful sight before me, my dream come true.
Your already glistening pussy, moist with anticipation for what you know I can do is sat up waiting for me. Your eyes look longingly into mine, I had thought about a blindfold, but if your eyes were covered I wouldn’t see the look that I now see. I smile a smile of sweet satisfaction, happy that I’ve created the perfect canvas and now it’s time to create.
My fingers settle onto your soft smooth skin, so lightly you barely feel the touch as I trace over you tight buttocks, I feel you tense as the ticklish touch continues down and then back up you perfect long thighs. I feel you shake as nerves give away the feeling you are trying desperately to contain until finally my fingers draw to a halt on either side of your needy labia.
You’re breathing heavier as each second passes, and as I push down and slightly part you slender pussy’s lips I breathe in deeply taking a noseful of you musky feminine scent. I close my eyes and savour the odour that stiffens my cock to attention.
Finally I break the palpable tension, my tongue takes a long flat lap from perenium to clitorus and you let out a relieved groan as I start what we both want and need and suck softly on your swelling sensitive clit.