Captive

Now tell me such a tale sir while I am tightly bound of captive maidens held sir where evil knights abound. Then taken to be used sir in their castles of renown of tortured girls so sweet sir who are forced so to kneel down. Then tell me of the dungeons sir within the fortress drear with chains upon the walls sir where I might be held in fear. Then show me what it means sir to be such a prisoner where nothing else is real sir but myself as a damsel fair. Then make me live the thought sir that I might so lie within and tortured all day long sir for each imagined sin. Then secretly find pleasure sir in all that’s done to me while my knightly captor sir has me on my knees. Then eventually confess sir, to all my worldly sins while my sadistic lord sir is making me more commit . Then tie me even tighter sir with every knot aware rough climax I now need sir to think myself as there. Then make me taste your whip sir to force me to submit of the marks you leave sir you care not a single whit. Then take me as you will sir and drive me really wild make sure I’m deeply kissed sir where I feel it burn inside. Then hold me in your keep sir and bend me to your will and use my body more sir for my needs are never still. Then stand me on the brink sir and show me just the edge of where I shall be pushed sir with just the slightest nudge. Then tie me up and leave sir to dream and squirm at will of the ways I might be used sir in your castle on the hill. ******** From the Francesca Anderssen collection of 101 BDSM Verses 2016

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