Smiling through my cage
My fingers are tingling but you must do the straps up tight, I'm both excited and nervous about what will happen on this night
I've never been a plaything for a group of your horny men, naked and legs spread, deep inside my masters den
He's never shared me before, I hope it's not some sign, I really liked being just his, I loved knowing he was mine
I can hear footsteps the key turns the heavy locks, by the light I see many men, all with hungry stiffened cocks
The rest of the night was just a blur of fumbling hands, hard cocks and tongue, every hole was used by them until their needs were done
Then I was cleaned and fed, then my master led me to my cage, locked back in my happy place, but inside I ached with rage
Not once did he touch me, he just fed me to his hounds, I could see him watching, taking in the sights and sounds
I curled myself up into a ball, pulled the covers above my head, seething by his lack of interest running through my head
In the morning he came to my cage, he handed me a key, he told me I was free to leave, he had no further use for me
Tears flowed down my face, then I woke up with a start, thank God it was just a dream, it would have broke my heart
But the Sun was shining all was well, the panic was over no more rage and I could see my master, smiling at me through my cage
THE KINKY POET
