Dungeon dreams
The door swings open sunlight floods the room, the walls are wet with damp, it aches of gloom and doom
Your told before you step inside to read then sign right there, it was a disclaimer for everything that goes once you go in there
You read it and sign on the line, just as you step through the door, he pushes on to your knees, he tells you, tonight you are his whore
Your eyes adjust to candle light, there's chains hanging from the wall, there's benches and a sex swing, he seems to have it all
He pulls your clothes off, he pushes your head into the stocks, he grabs you roughly by the hair and makes you suck his cock
Fucking your mouth real hard, he forces you to gag, he growls at you to take it all, you nasty little slag
Then he goes around behind, you feel the paddles stings, you scream out in sexual pain, loving the pleasure that it brings
Your pussy starts to get wet, there's a small puddle on the floor, then he stops spanking you, though you beg for more
He releases you from the stocks, he ties you to a leather bench, you can smell it's old and used, it has a sex soaked stench
You know you weren't the first to be brought into his house of pain, you briefly look around, still so many implements abd toys remain
Pinned down on your back, he holds the candle high, slowly the hot wax lands on you, across your tits and thigh
Just as the pain and heat sets in, ice water is applied, the wax is frozen on your skin, instantly the pain subsides
Next he ties you to a pole, it is just a massive log, then you feel your legs buckle, as he begins to flog
The flogger gnaws at your flesh, you know it'll leave a mark, but that's why you came tonight to feel the Dungeons spark
Then you are on your back, on a huge wooden X your laid, then he gets the sex toys out and in every hole your played
You are screaming in ecstasy, to be fucked you really yearn, then a few men appear and fuck you all in turn
Your pussy's full of Dungeon men, each one has left his cream, then you snap back into reality, it simply was a dream
Then you realise where you are, it's the house you want to own, you're standing in the basement whilst the sellers on the phone
You look around the empty space, it large, it's cold and dark, it makes you think of a Dungeon, I guess that was a spark
You decide you're gonna buy this house and make a Dungeon of your own, you'll invite fellow kinksters to come play, in the Dungeon in your home
THE KINKY POET