I'm hers
The shackles are snapped around my wrists, she clamps them nice and tight, helpless but excited I'm her plaything for the night
I glance at the table, I can see feathers, wax and ice, my mind now is running wild, those feelings are real nice
Nipple clamps and floggers, a large wooden paddle for my bum, oh a mixture of pain and pleasure is bound to make me cum
I must confess I was happy not to see a strap on anywhere close by, it's one thing that doesn't appeal, it's something I've never want to try
I have no need to worry, my mistress makes sure I feel safe and well, she knows me better than I know myself, she always seems to tell
Her aftercare is fantastic, she treats me with such gentle care, when I need any kind of support, I know that she'll be there
So I go to her dungeon willingly I love to please her when we play, I'd do anything to please her, I'm hers all night and day
THE KINKY POET