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.

Spectacular

There’s something quite spectacular,

As I feel your throat convulse.

My cock pushed deep into you face,

Throbbing to a quickened pulse.

My fists in, pulling your hair,

Keeping you my toy in place.

While I fuck your mouth so hard,

Clearly discarding all grace.

There’s something quite spectacular,

As you suddenly choke and gag.

On the flood of thick warm cum,

Fired forth from loaded ball bag.

 

 

My Fear?

I fear that I might break you my toy

That in my exuberance I may just employ

A little too much force here or there

You might pull something, possibly tear

I fear I might hurt you my slave

That whilst you’re tied and I’m being depraved

A slash of my belt might burn too deep

That my little Angel may cry, may weep

I fear I might burn you my love

That the Devil will be closer than those from above

That we together may just lose our souls

As wanton lust swallows us whole

I fear all these things above you see

The things you bring forth from within your Beast

The need he has to dominate you

The need I have for all this to come true

 

Rope

Rope bound about you.

Setting you free.

Rope tied so tight.

Tied with and by me.

Rope cosseting flesh.

Marking soft skin.

Rope biding lust.

The tighter the more sin.

Rope holding.

As I draw out your best.

Rope denying.

What you cutely protest.

Rope freeing.

The bondage a cure.

Rope just a tool.

To prise out so much more.

When I get hold of you

When I get hold of you.

Your flesh squeezed in my hands.

My fingers wrapped around your throat.

Roughly handled by your man.

When I get hold of you.

Push my cock deep into your core.

I’ll listen to your cries your pleas.

Of more daddy, more!

When I get hold of you.

Force feed you a belly full of cum.

Then and only then my girl.

You will know I’m truly the one.

When I get hold of you.

And soothe your wants and needs.

We’ll snuggle like the world is gone.

No one left but you and me.

 

Did you create a monster.

Did you create a monster,

By letting me be me. 

Did you foster the beast,

Set him, his mind free. 

Have you opened a can of worms,

Let the genie out of his lamp. 

Do you have the strength, the will,

To give your rubber stamp. 

For he’ll demand your use,

He’ll expect your worst. 

He’ll fuck his lil princess,

Til she’s  fit to burst. 

So my Angel,

I’ll ask once again.

Are ready for,

You’re beast of a man.