Chains and a riding crop
You can try your hardest but you won't escape this chain, you're secured in position, you're at my sexual mercy once again
I can do as I please, I can decide when to start or stop, the toy I've chosen to use tonight is a leather tipped riding crop
I'll run it up and down your body, following the shape of your sexy curves, flicking you intermittently to wake up all your sexy kinky nerves
Listening to you sigh and moan as the pain brings you sexual pleasure, watching your pussy moisten is a sight I'll always treasure
Each time the crop lands on you a little red mark starts to show, it gives me such a power trip, I feel my hard on grow
Your nipples are so tender now, I have to stop to have a suck, I throw the crop to the dungeon floor, I'm now desperate for a fuck
I climb in to position, I put my throbbing cock deep inside, you're still held down by my chains as I start to ride
THE KINKY POET