Tied to furniture
in near-weeping posture:
lust can always bring you here,
carried in its spider-cradle arms,
eager for my marks
across your hidden spots.
I am your ***** little secret,
*****
I have erased my name,
in shadows lurk,
behind barely closed curtains,
watched by Gideon Bibles,
hazed in blue television light,
your only sound,
barely abled gasps of,
"Yes, Daddy...please, Sir.
Yes, Daddy...hurt me more."
Tied down,
bruised,
bitten,
opened,
all your secrets revealed,
collapse
into the pool of *******
muddle your words just enough
smile your bottom lip,
cutting against your teeth.
I have won the respect of the princess,
shown her the strength she has,
awoken her mind.
My reward is the ownership of her whorish body.
Oct 5, 2014
Oct 5, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
Tied to furniture
in near-weeping posture:
lust can always bring you here,
carried in its spider-cradle arms,
eager for my marks
across your hidden spots.
I am your ***** little secret,
*****
I have erased my name,
in shadows lurk,
behind barely closed curtains,
watched by Gideon Bibles,
hazed in blue television light,
your only sound,
barely abled gasps of,
"Yes, Daddy...please, Sir.
Yes, Daddy...hurt me more."
Tied down,
bruised,
bitten,
opened,
all your secrets revealed,
collapse
into the pool of *******
muddle your words just enough
smile your bottom lip,
cutting against your teeth.
I have won the respect of the princess,
shown her the strength she has,
awoken her mind.
My reward is the ownership of her whorish body.
