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
