THE KINKY POET

CUFFED

Laying out spread eagle, on a huge brass bed, it’s so cold with no clothes, just a pillow for your head.

The Cuffs are on so very tight, they pinch and bite the skin, your minds drawn from the pain as the master wanders in.

He pulls over a bedside table, he opens up bag of tricks, nipple clamps, riding crops, a assorted bunch of dick’s

He stands close beside you, so close to the bed, he pulls out his throbbing cock, you must give him head.

He slips the tip into your mouth, you suck on his hard fresh meat, you take him till, you’ve got him all, your gagging is a treat.

With one hand behind your head, he pushes in so deep, you cannot go anywhere, your mouth is his to keep

A hand goes around your throat, he give it a little squeeze, you feel like your fainting, you find it hard to breath.

Releasing you by the neck, his fingers grasp your nipple, he pull his cock from out your mouth, it causes you to dribble

Your nipple stands up nice and hard, he reaches for a clamp, the pain rushes through you, your pussy’s getting damp.

A clamp tight on your tits, you love the feel of pain, endorphins running through you, messing with your brain.

Now he’s at your feet, your cunts wide open there, you don’t have any modesty and he don’t really care.

He dips his fingers in some lube, he spreads it on your ring, with a strong slow steady push, he has Two fingers in

Fingering your arsehole, he's in you knuckles deep, you love it in your dirt box, it makes your pussy seep.

Now he’s got you opened up, the Butt plug slides right in, he’ll let that stretch you for a while, until he wants back in.

His attention turns to your cunt, she’s begging for her turn, he’s been inside so many times, he knows for what she yearns

He reaches for the bullet, it’s small its gold and sleek, it vibrates at light speed, it’s what your pussy seeks

Laid upon your engorged clit, it makes you twist and buck, he pushes it down really hard, now this is how we fuck

The bullet on her cliterus, a dildo deep inside, thrusting back and forward, your juices help it glide.

Deeper, harder, faster your master drives his toys, dildos ain’t just made for girls, they also made for boys.

Some boys use them on themselves if they into dick, but the master he ain’t into that, control for him's the trick

She’s on the edge of cumming as the Butt plug is pulled free, he climbs on board and guides it in, she looser now you see

Pumping meat right up her arse, her body shakes and twists, but she’s going nowhere, she bound tight feet and wrist

He pulls his dick from out her arse, then thrusts it in her hole, he owns this bitch and that’s for sure, he owns her mind and soul

Biting on her titties flesh, his seed plants itself inside, he lays motionless on her, so still, she thinks he’s died.

Eventually he lifts his head, he greets her with a smile, Oh my girl I needed that, it’s been more than quite a while

Released from all her shackles, she climbs back into bed, resting her head on him, he strokes her weary head.

She drifts off into a dream, draped by loving arms, sound in the knowledge, they share a true love charm.

Ron

BALL GAG

There's no screaming to be done, when the ball gags strapped on right,, straps pulled tight behind your head, done up nice and tight.

The harness runs across your tits, the buckles pinch your skin, tough shit for you, he doesn't care, this is the life your in

Trussed up, tied up, this is a power hungry game, the master is always in control, to hurt you is his aim.

He pulls upon a chain, the pulley wheels start to turn, welcome to his nightmare room, what lessons will you learn

He pulled up so high, your toes just touch the floor, he's sorting through his torture toys, anal beads, whips and crops hanging on the door

Your eyes begin to open wide, he's coming with some clamps, vice like grips on your pussy's lips, the pain he starts to ramp

Hanging weights on your nipple rings, your body cries no more, but he's just getting started, tonight you are his whore

You so stretched your way up high, your muscles are on fire, pain and pleasure crawls over you, your smothered in desire

He puts a cuff on each ankle, connected to a chain, with a tug, your open wide, your ready once again

First he puts a dildo up, so big it fills your cunt, then he walks behind you, now he's on the hunt

He found what he was looking for, your arseholes closed up tight, but that wont be that way for long, he lubes her up just right

Pop goes in one bead, pop there goes number two, several pops your arse is full, he leaves them there for you.

Now you feel him bite you, he gnaws at buttock skin, you cant scream the pain is hot, but the ball gags tightly in.

Teeth cutting into flesh, blood runs down your cheek, welcome to the house of pain, this night has turned quite bleak

Then lightening strikes across your back, as he cracks you with his whip, your mind goes blank then your back from conscience ness you slip

Your on the edge of an abyss do you just jump in, spiralling into orgasm, you love the whips real sting

You drop hanging just in mid air, the game is done for you, the master lowers you to the floor, he can see your through

Pop, pop one by one, the anal beads come free, laying in both cum and blood, with eyes you make a plea

The master un does the ball gag, you suck in a hugely needed breath, your brain fills with oxygen, how close were you to death

He throws you a dressing gown, you are on the floor, he hisses "Clear this mess up bitch" then heads right out the door.

Alone in the torture cell, you un buckle all the straps, looking at the mess you made, your hands are in your lap

You give a sigh, you do your job, you clean up very well, then make your way back down the hall to step inside your cell

Ron

The pain room

Welcome to my pleasure dome, said the master to his Sub, tonight im gonna test to see how much pain you really love

Nipple clamps, piercings, whips or every size, Butt plugs and ball gags, an endless list of sex supplies

Chains on your clit ring, so I can lead your around room, ropes to bind you nice and tight, a tear will seal your doom

A preacher's chair to kneel you on, so I can take you from behind, benches made of leather, masks to keep you blind

All tools of deprevation, dildos made to shock, massive rubber implements designed to be a cock

A trellis high on my wall, with handcuffs kept in place, all manner of painful things to make a Subs heart race

Collars of every size, some pretty some have loads of spikes, once this night is over, I'll know of all your likes

Even though I'm the master, I still care enough for you, to give into your desires as well as fulfil my pleasures too

To fill your mind with endorphins, mix so much pleasure made of pain, to leave you so satisfied is this masters aim

Though I get off by being in control, by deciding how much pain, I still need you satisfied it's all part of my pleasure game

That's why after I have punished you, made you scream in pain, I will always love you, until we play again

Ron