Yesterday I and my beautiful, dirty whore ButterfliesAndCuffs decided to write a poem celebrating some time we spent together recently. It was a very memorable vacation and we wrote this together, which was very special for us.
Here is her post with our poem so you can read her thoughts about it.
Catcher and Caught
Like bows and fantastic playthings
She pulled on his tightened heartstrings
Til he brought his net down
Pinned her to the ground
And parted her beautiful wings
He commanded her with just a look
Read her body like his favorite book
She gave up all control
Her mind, body, and soul
And all of her is what he took
On a leash, on her knees, on the floor
He led as she begged him for more
With a slap and his mark
He claimed this Monarch
Filled with such pride in his whore
He expertly wielded a crop
And she playfully asked him to stop
He made her ass sore
Still she pleaded for more
Til he bruised her from bottom to top
Then restraining each ankle and wrist
Her gasps and protests he dismissed
For it shone on her face
She accepted her place
With no thought at all to resist
For hours, fastened to a bar
Heightened, 'til almost too far
Him by her side
She could not stop the ride
Or get off, or even slow the car
Uncounted explosions of fire
Could she handle them longer and higher?
He admired the way
She would not disobey
No matter her pain or desire
Eventually the evening ended
The two of them tired and expended
He marked her again
Cleaned his property, then
Catcher and caught were now blended
He no longer needed his net
She knew that he owned her now, yet
They both were so proud
That they said it aloud
With words they will never forget:
"If devotion be prison, confine us
If hearts be like cages, enshrine us
Tied now together
Bound now and forever
Let none but our love now define us"
