11/18/2010 9:51 am
She comes to me in the glow of the television set,
A halo of blue around her gentle body that begs me to forget,
I stare through the darkness at her naked curves and know,
She needs me to take her somewhere beyond others go,
She kneels slowly before me and casts down her head,
I take her hand gently in mine, and bid her rise instead,
I pull her hips close to my face, smell the aroma of her clit,
I kiss her lips softly, taste her juices, then I make her submit,
“What have you been thinking about dear?”
“You’re already wet.”
Her face turns red and she looks away.
I slap hard! her ass and grab a nipple to play,
“Speak up, I can’t hear you, what’s on your mind?”
Her moaning increases as I wrap her tits in twine.
“You’ll tell me all soon, then you’ll learn to behave.”
She swears she can’t remember but she’ll be a good slave.
From hooks on the ceiling, to a spreader bar she’s bound
Between the arms, so she can’t sit back down.
A few slaps on the ass to remind her I’m still here,
You have a lot more to come until your memory is clear,
I light up a candle and hold it near a reddening breast,
Perhaps a little wax will put this slave to the test,
She opens her mouth, at last I think she will speak,
How I love seeing her like this bound up and weak,
She says, “Mistress, it was you who made me so wet,
I thought of your dildo and I have no regret.”
I feel an evil grin creeping up on my face,
I snatch a gag from the toy shelf and fasten it in place,
“You didn’t speak up and earn the right for a joyride,”
Then I blew out the candle and slip it inside,
“Perhaps this will remind you, you still have a voice,
You may be my slave, but you still have a voice,”
With that I untied her, unbound her red tits,
I wrapped a blanket around her and licked her sore clit,
I massaged her sore nipples until pain became joy,
I told her I loved her and she was more than a toy,
She wrapped her arms tight around me and fingered my gee,
Two girls connected deeper than love and expressing it free,
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