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.

 

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.