THE KINKY POET

Popping for a shower

Watching you walk around the house i watch you swerve and sway, you fill me with a burning desire I want you now, it must be time to play

You go into the bathroom you say your just popping for a shower, I see you take in your makeup bag that means your gonna be a least a hour

I settle back on the bed naughty thoughts are racing around my brain, finally the bathroom door opened and she had my full attention once again

She stood in the doorway the bathroom light shining through her lingerie, my God she looked incredible and it was obvious she wanted us to play

She glided across the room she crept on to the bed, by that time I was already hard and she licked her painted plump lips and began to give me head

She took total control for the night everything was done her way, I was her sex toy for the evening we did every game she loved to play

An evening spent with her in control i love it when she has the power, it was well worth the wait whilst she prepared herself under the disguise of just popping for a shower

THE KINKY POET 

Role play swop

I know I'm usually the headmaster and you dress up like the naughty school girl but how about we switch it up and give each other's role a little whirl

You can wear the teachers gown I'll wear short trousers tie and cap, you can tell me off for skipping class and give my bare legs a hefty slap

I wondered what it would be like to get some punishment from you, my minds often wandered to trying to guess exactly what to me you'd do

Stand me in the corner or perhaps put me across your knees, give me lines and the cane even before I get to speak would you even hear my pleas

When I'm headmaster it's easy to get exactly what I need, I just order you to sit up on the desk and spread your legs so as the headmaster I can feed

How would you get your way would you force me down between your thighs, would you be wearing no underwear it guess I'd have to wait for that surprise

When your bent over your great big desk would I get to call you miss, I'd want you to call me a useless naughty boy, I'd hope you'd curse and hiss

So do you fancy a role play swop I think it might be quite fun, I promise I'll do everything you say until I make my new headmistress cum

THE KINKY POET 

First session

Welcome to my kinky dungeon said the master to his brand new slave, you came here of your own free will to allow me to do all the things I crave

You can have a safe word but if you can take all I give without speaking a word out loud, not only will you be the first to do so but you'll make this master proud

First I'll tie you up to the ceiling beam then we'll move over too the bed, I'll start you off with some light flogging then see what pops into my head

As you can see I've array of kinky instruments all designed to make your pussy wet, spread your legs I want to see if the talks enough though we haven't really started yet

You'll find the lubricant quite cold but it will help the butt plugs in, are you ready now brace yourself it's time for me to push a small one in

Oh the paddles leaving a great mark, already you're beginning to form a welt, now I'm wondering what mark I'll leave when I use my leather belt

Well slave you've impressed me, you've taken your first session in your stride, most have screamed their heads off and nearly all of them have cried

THE KINKY POET 

My perfect kinky whore

I pick up your damp lace panties put them into my pocket they're my spoils of war, torn off you in the throws of passion you looked so hot dressed up has a sexy whore

Short skirt high heels stockings with your lace lingerie coloured my favourite red, the outfit you chose was exactly what I had inside my head

Finding you waiting on the corner i loved the way you asked did i want to fuck and when you told me it was for free i couldn't believe my luck

You took me back to your place you sat me on your big satin bed, you unzipped my trousers and once I was hard you began to give me head

Then you took off all your clothes laid down and spread your pussy wide, I slid slowly between your legs and pushed my solid shaft  inside

I began to move at a powerful steady pace you stuck your nails into my skin, you growled at me to go faster then raised your hips higher to take my cock right in

A night full of lustful dirty sex, theres no man who could ask for more, I love it when we play role play games you were a truly perfect kinky whore

THE KINKY POET 

Office play

I pressed the buzzer on my desk you opened the door and walked right in, you were in a pencil skirt stockings and high heels you were oozing sex and sin

I tell you take down my request your leaned forward showing me your lingerie, it was difficult to keep my mind on track I'm having naughty thoughts as we interact this day

I tell you to take a seat but you sit on the edge of the desk now i can see your stocking top, I just couldn't dictate the letters now, I knew I had to stop

You put down your note pad you leaned in and kiss my cheek, then you undo your skin tight blouse so I can get a much better peek

Soon your panties are on the floor you're on the desk with your legs spread wide, I'm kneeling between your thighs with my tongue push deep inside

Your grinding on my face you're grabbing me tightly by the hair, your pussy feels like the softest silk, you always keep it shaved and bare

Now I turn you around and take over the desk you loved it from behind, i pounded you hard and fast until we cum in a rough and nasty kind

THE KINKY POET 

The first actual strike

The first actual strike was quite shocking it certainly packed a vicious sting, though it made me wince a bit it also did the strangest thing

I felt a feeling come over me and excitement I didn't expect it most definitely changed my life and I'm forever in that ladies debt

She opened up my eyes to a brand new world some would call it a life of kink, it was like the dawning of a brand new day it was nothing like you'd think

I started to go fettish clubs I met some of the nicest folks, we often talked about our Vanilla lives and teased each other with kink filled jokes

Then I went to one gathering it was unlike the usual munch, sitting in a chair that looked like a throne was a woman with people sat around her in a bunch

She oozed a confidence that I'd never seen in my life before, she was calm powerful and so elegant I needed to get close to her I wanted to learn much more

And that was so many years ago now that goddess is my wife but still I remember the woman who struck me first and put me on this path for life

THE KINKY POET

Falling snow

Laying by a huge log fires light there's fresh snow falling right outside our door, where in the middle of the wilderness, alone who could ask for more

The fires crackling sending pretty shadows up on to the cabins wall, I watch our bodies shadows shape-shifting as together we both rise and fall

The heat inside is rising has our bodies begin to pick up speed, now I'm trying to control myself I'm desperate not to loose my hot and creamy seed

I don't want this evening to end our passions are burning bright, our bodies are now blended as one, as we make love throughout the night

The long sheepskin rug is so soft but it tickles on our sensitive skin, even in the throws of sexual tension i can't help myself but grin

The snow adds to our seclusion it's romantic with no one else around, laying in the cabins darkness our breathing and the crackling from the fire is the only sound

Nothing else matters tonight only the time we've got to share, these moments make sweet memories making these times so special and so rare

THE KINKY POET 

Thank you Sir

The welts raised on my soft smooth skin, sends a quietness to my brain, i can't stop looking at them as I run my fingers over them again

Slowly my bruised skin changes colours the fresh bruises darken over time, though they were made by you their true ownership is mine

The dull ache runs through me i feel a tenderness when I sit, it sends me vivid reminders to my mind causing a juicy wetness deep inside my slit

I love the look of my bruises I can't help myself stroking my swollen skin, each bruise and whip mark are sweet reminders of another kinky night of sin

I know some might think I'm quite strange but sexual pain brings me pleasures, so every mark left upon my body are kept by me like special treasures

I hide my marks from the public but I wear them with a secret pride, so I'm marked in strategic places to make each one easier to hide

If any of my vanilla friends or family saw my marks it would cause a stir, so I look at them and stroke them when I'm all alone and whisper " Thank you Sir"

THE KINKY POET

Open up my eyes

In my dreams I'm at your mercy you have me handcuffed to your bed, you kindly made sure I was comfy you've put a soft cozy pillow nicely behind my head

I really love it when you run your claws across my skin my need for pain runs deep, I love the feeling of dripping blood I get off on when it slowly starts to seep

Use me and abuse me get out the hot melted body wax and the cubes of ice, switch their use on my skin the different sensation always feel so nice

Get your flogger and whip out leave welts and stripes upon my skin, I love the painful reminders you've given me so I don't forget each sting of sin

I want my skin to feel so tender I'll hide them from the vanilla wide world outside, my body now belongs to you just take me for a kinky sexual ride

All I want to do for you is give you the sexual pleasures you desire, I want to bring you to multiple orgasms I'm here to ignite your wildest kinky fires

I hope i stay in this dream like state, I wish there's never a new sunrise, so I can spend my life with you so please don't make me open up my eyes

THE KINKY POET 

Submissive scholar

That was so very sexy I've really taken to our kinky games, I'm really getting turned on by you calling a array of filthy slutty degrading names

I quite like you being the boss, I had no idea you were such a ravenous sexual beast, I love being the one on who you fulfil your sexual feast

I'm beginning to get off on you dishing out a regular amount of pain, it's almost like I now need it somehow it seems to soothe my busy brain

You give me a list of tasks, things I must do during the day when I'm on my own, I get exited when you check up on me by using facetime on the phone

It's really a win win for me if I don't complete my tasks I would pay a price, if I did I'd get a good boy spank so either one was always nice

We always have a safe word but the pain always made me cum, I'd let her do anything she wanted except put anything inside my bum

But today I got a special gift she placed around my neck a leather collar, she told me I now belonged to her and she was my teacher and I was her submissive scholar

THE KINKY POET