The Fantasy

The fantasy
The dream
Your naked
Your bound
Your knees
High as chin
Open wide
Cunt glistening proud
Wand
In my hand
Vibrating
As it rests
Pushed hard
Upon clit
Til you’re a shaking
Orgasmic mess
The fantasy
The dream
You’ve no choice
In what comes
For I’m in control
I decide
When you are finished
When I am done.

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 Think, You Will

Will you whimper?

Beg for more,

Beg to stop,

Plead, implore.

Will you let me use the rope?

Keep you from escape,

Do my thing,

Leave you’re soul raped.

I think you will,

Give me my free hand,

You’ll leave me to fulfil,

Each and every demand.

I think you might,

Cos you need like me,

You’ll let me break you,

To set your soul free.