The playroom
He leads by your collar, you stop outside the playroom door, you're filled with excitement though you've been through this door before
The scent of fragranced candles great you as the door's swung open wide, your eyes adjust to the candle light as your led inside
Your master stops for a moment to admire the outfit that you're in, you know he's turned on by black lace, it moves his mind to sin
He unhooks his leading leash, then runs his hands across your curves, his rough hands brush your nipples, exciting every nerve
He moves up close behind you, he wraps you up so safe and tight, he gently kisses your pretty neck, before the fun that night
He leads you by your hand to his bed, he helps you take off your outfit made of lace, you can see he loves feeling it, there's pleasure on his face
He lays you naked on the bed, your wrist are bound then he ties your legs spread wide, you are at his mercy, what will he now decide
First he takes a silk scarf, you are plunged into the dark, excitement runs around your brain, your needs have now been sparked
Sight deprivation, you're left with the senses of smell and sound, you're left with the fragrance of candles and you hear him move around
Then the master starts his craft, he runs a feather across your skin, you feel every part of the quill as your night begins
Tickles and sensuous he flicks it off your pussy's clit, pleasure runs right through you, it moistens up your slit
Then he cups your harden nipples, he pulls them wearing a soft silk glove, the pain gives you pleasure, the master knows the things you love
Your body arches violently but the hot wax feels so very nice, instantly cooled off, when he touches it with ice
He makes you cum so many times until you've no more left to give, you are so happy to be your masters Sub, it's the life you love to live
Laying on a cum soaked bed, your bounds are then undone, the masters then showers you, then tells you, you're the one
You are his special girl, he then kisses you gently on your head, he leads you to his bedroom and puts you in his bed
Then he climbs in next to you, he tells you your masters always there, you love it when he's tender, he's great at aftercare
You spend the night in his arms, you're in his bed till noon, exhausted but satisfied from the fun you had, back in his playroom
THE KINKY POET