Bondage Me Baby

Give me your Wildest Fantasy
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Nancy woke up and found herself naked
With a gag on her mouth and her hands
And feet tied tightly on somebody's bed.

And when she saw Pam also on that bed
And in the same bondage, a tall naked
Man came in and grabbed Pam with his hands.

And while he was using one of his hands
To smack Nancy on the ass, the whole bed
Moved as he drilled into Pam still naked.

And after all that fucking, the tall naked man used his hands to free them from the bondage and let them sleep on the bed.

Very Good Writing!!!

Thanks.

Glad to hear you say that.

LEATHER BOUND
   
I, Mistress, come.
My indifferent gaze
watching him squirm
against his bonds in vain.

He whimpers, on his back
stark naked and tied
moist-eyed, face flushed
with fingers dug in.

Boot heels tap a cadence.
I strut slowly 'round  
expressionless,
eyeing ev'ry gleaming curve.
 
Dragging a studded belt
down at My side, to brush    
polished wooden floors
'neath his sweating form.        
       
Causing him to twitch
with each nerve of his writhe.
I study his pale nude,
to be touched gently by

My leather-gloved hand,
with each finger tight
in a richly stitched sheath
that creaks as they coil
In hollows of his rise.  
       
The boy gasps, his heart leaps,
his breath is a hush    
of exhalation caught,
rapid loops 'round, like

ropes I bend, reach and pull,
suspending narrow hips
at that very moment,
of bridled time held still.

Segments of fervent looks
and knitted brow that forms.
My crimson mouth, an oath
exposed and raw.

My serpent's lightning,
flying in a wide arc.
Its black studded leather,
flailing, bites in the buff.

More than lack of clothes,
to last in sadist turnings
My corset body 'round,

to fling Myself against
his swinging spine's bare turn.      
My fever's what he wants
to stoke desire's yearn.

Stretched nylon ropes of white
present him to Me swaying,
to please and to reward,
and brush aside his fear.
   
My pleasure of leather,
with his hairless sex
and that perfect rare form.

He stifles a sharp cry
as my strappy slides in.
I've got him, I feel him,
it shows on his face!

To float into sub space,
his flight that now joins us
As I fuck his tightness,
My Domme space that takes Me.
 
His shudders become Mine
and comes as I'm wrapped in
the clench of his bondage
that becomes My own.

bondage art


did I say love poems? maybe I don’t know the meaning
of the word in its plainest way, or even that I want to.

I want to do things to you of a ferine intimacy far removed
from love. tie your hands behind you & lock you in a closet
while I go out for cigarettes, maybe a couple beers. you can
kneel in the dark & contemplate the sins I’ll commit upon you.

bind you face down to the corners of the bed, your body naked &
defenseless. pull your hair, slap your weeping face because you
need to be slapped. & your beautiful, quivering ass, targeted for a
brutal spanking. I’ll wail upon your harlot flesh till it glows like neon.

call you a slut, a whore; tell you that fucking’s all you’re good for.
say it to hurt you. how much hurt can you take?

you’re a broken savanna, made of holes, & I will penetrate each one
willfully, without regard to your own beseeching desires, until I blast
my rancid payload into you. or across your ravished body, like a
pearlescent rain.

then I want you to tell me you love the abuse you suffer for me.
I want you to say you love me, knowing I’ll never reciprocate.

would a woman do that for a man?

would you?…

Very good I love both your poems!!

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A knot forms in the centre of my core
not yet tightly tied
as the knots holding my wrists in place

and you make sure the last thing I see
is the look in your eyes
that grin
your lips moving in a whisper

tension pulls the cords
inside me

         Goodbye

headphones cover my ears
a slow, sensual rhythm begins to play

now you are scent, sensation
I breathe you in
mixed with my arousal
feel your vibrations of movement
the heat of you
when you're near

the rhythm rides through me
in waves that make my hips
search for you

and then

you

touch

me


fingers following the rhythm in my ears
tingling under my skin

new song, new beat

unexpected heat, shocking cold
then
         what the fuck was... oh yes

your tongue there...
                           and there

conducting a chorus of need
unrestrained

my groans and cries
harmonise with music meant to fuck
my mind

tempo change

drum thump between my thighs
driving, urgent
pounding in my pulse

you are inside me

every cell alive with you
a tangle of tension
that has become my existence

you tempt and tease
give me little tastes
of the beat that will break me

Fuck if the pieces don't fit
together again

All I want
is to shatter

Instructions for Slave ...part 2

My slave walks in with eager stride and downcast eyes as asked of him. His penis bound by the long length of pink satin ribbon as instructed. The ribbon extends several feet off the end of his long member.            
He is holding his lead up high, pink shiny cock displayed against masculine tummy...              
             
I get up and take the leash...              
I walk him in, and place him standing squarely in front of my young female lover.              
             
My Dove, see how willing and easy he is even with his penis captured without mercy in pink satin. I love him so.              
Let's take a look at the hung cock i had him pretty up for you. Awe..See doll. With him bound in soft shiny pink, forcing the tip hot full of blood and incapable of penetration..it looks harmless, No?  She shakes her head.        
Like your sweet pussy, Yes?  She nods, eyes softening.            
Would you like the leash?              
She nods with gusto and says, Okay Mistress..She cannot help a smile. I cannot either, as my heart beats hard with vicious pride.            
           
Oh my doll, you are such a good girl!  I hand her the leash and sit beside her, hand patting and stroking her inner thigh in praise.            
             
Stretch his pretty pink penis out for me and watch this my Dove..              
She holds the leash out pulling my slave's cock parallel to the floor. Now it is painfully erect and screaming scarlett, just begging to be freed.            
I take a left handed swat like a cat quick to his cock, it bounces off his left thigh and back into position. He takes the slightest of sharp inhale, shakes, but remains silent.            
I am so pleased with him.            
             
See! It is fun, and he loves it, i promise.              
Would you like to try? Please do darlin. I insist.            
She says, Yes of course Mistress, and takes a right handed smack down across his huge cock. It springs down across right thigh and back up like a Jack in the Box.              
Oh! Dove! I never expected such a spectacular first time effort... !        
Her chin sticks out with growing confidence.          
                 
Darlin...I know his penis looks gorgeous, like a young cunt in the pink ribbon, and he would never complain, but look how fierce red and swollen the tip is getting? Like an excited clitoral knot in desperate ache for climax.            
He is surely in pain, shouldn't we release him from his pink satin squeeze?  I don't think you have much fear left and I am quite anxious to see the pattern the ribbon has made on his beautiful shaft.              
             
Okay...she says. Okay? With respect please..Forgive me, she says...Yes please Mistress.    
See it does not happen again.    
Alright darlin, continue.  
She exhales deeply, but she is ready.      
Thatta girl Dove, i will undo beneath his scrotum, you unwind the shaft.       For the first time ever she is really feeling a man. My dee dee heats up and wets watching my two lovers touching in such sensual manner.              
             
We undress his cock, it looks like a barber pole striped red from the wrapped pressure of the pink ribbon. His cock is so stunning, a piece of art on its own, and now!              
As told, he makes no sound, but there is a noted release in posture as his penis escapes bondage and is allowed to breathe.              
             
Isn't he beautiful! Just as you are my Dove. And he is always so very good for me. Watch this.                
             
I stand up, walk behind him and say firmly..Down Slave.          
He bends down hands on knees, presents his rounded ass high in the air. I pull back and take a magnificent swing. Planting the palm of my hand on his ass with serious smack!  An "mmpfgh" escapes him. I grin then straighten my mouth.            
Slave, i asked no noise!              
Come Dove, you deliver punishment with this fly swatter. Take a smack that will sting for a while.              
             
My dove walks to his rear, reaches far back. She takes a wild swing. The little doll swats his ass like she was taking names! I cannot believe it!            
I watch as his face turns to flames from the sensation and the effort of holding in a shout of pain filled pleasure.              
             
I walk around, and see my hand print covered by a small scorching checked pattern . Mine is swelling up, and hers newly purple. Tomorrow his posterior will be a masterpiece in shades of speckled blues.            
Oh! It is so lovely Dove isn't it?              
Yes, she says in wonder. It truly is.              
             
He has been so good, and loves to see the body art we create. Lets take him in front of the full length mirror in my bedroom and reward him with a look. Ok?  I swipe his sweat soaked hair off his brow, and kiss him then her fully on the mouth with pride.            
In polite direction, not question i say, we will finish up in there if you like.              
             
Yes Mistress, she says. I like.
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)

I'm going to be honest,
This is a new for me.
But I'll let my inner animal out,
And then you will feel my fantasy.

She's crazy, she's fun,
But she's dangerous you see.
With her claws out like daggers,
And her teeth baring a wicked glee.

She wants to do these things to me,
With chains, and belts, and whips.
With ball gags, and pulleys, and pain destined for me,
I squirm agaist her, but I'm helpless.

Some say the mind is an instrument-   
The body, merely an implement.   
  
Some believe in meditation,   
Some only need fornication.   
  
I prefer combining the four,   
By mutilating abhorrent whores.   
  
A quick kill doesn't satisfy,   
Only fear and pain gratify.   
  
You wake up strapped to a leathery device,   
It's soft and alive, much to your surpise.   
    
You can't see what keeps you tightly bound,   
But you feel it pulsing, and hear it's sounds-   
  
Something like spaghetti slapping ground,   
You feel its pumping, lumping mounds.   
  
Then I stitch your lips, thread by thread,   
Next I slip cold metal discs on your head,   
  
Your vision blurs as the machine whirrs,   
Unlike anything you've ever heard.   
  
Everything goes black right before your eyes,   
You feel a wetness creep up your thighs-   
  
Wormlike, but thicker, you start growing sicker   
As it stretches your womb and you hear me snicker.   
  
It rips it's way in, your groin starts to burn,   
Once it is buried, you get overturned.   
  
Then you feel me, entering your anus,   
Tearing and flaring, fitfully heinous.   
  
The creature inside you writhes and wrenches,   
Bleeding profusely, can't tell what the stench is,  
  
All you know now is this pain and fear.   
I remove the discs, and bring you a mirror.   
  
The image is worse than you could imagine-   
You've become art, in cadaverous fashion.   
  
You're fastened to what appears to be,   
Some human-esque-Squirming meat.   
  
My creature sits tall as two men,   
It's penis expands as it girates again.   
  
You feel us inside you in blistering pain,   
You look at the mirror as you go insane:   
  
It's hairless, yet veiny, and glistening sweat,   
  
It's mounds of meat haven't stopped growing yet.   
  
It thrusts and quakes in a quivering spasm,   
You feel it a release a thick, hot orgasm.   
  
The semen feels meaty, but something else too..   
  
Can you  ACTUALLY feel as it frantically moves?   
  
Slithering, quivering, inside of you,   
The semen it plants expands in your womb.   
  
The penis suddenly slides out of you,   
You're released from your hold, and thrown from the room.   
  
You frantically follow the road up ahead,   
Ignorning the pain in your stomach and head.   
  
An hour or so has gone by but now,   
Both legs are shaking, cold blood running down.   
  
You see headlights coming from up ahead,   
The driver slows down, but much to your dread,  
  
It's three fit young men, Smiling in ways   
That make your stomach curdle and ache.   
  
Two hop out and take hold of you   
Before you hardly have time to move.   
  
They hoist you in the bed of their truck,   
Then force you into a clusterfuck,   
  
But as one enters your battered behind,   
He lets out a shriek of a sickening kind.   
  
From his testicles hang a clamped pair of teeth,   
Then they briskly detach from underneath.   
  
The jaws reach out and seize his leg,   
Then from your womb you see it drag:   
  
Like a meat snake, the size of a python,   
You feel slick heat on the thigh it slides on.   
  
You start to pass out as you see it attack,   
Swallow one man, then everything's black.   
  
You wake up in white, on a hospital bed,   
A fuzzy-numb feeling filling your head.   
  
You're greeted by two doctors, but quite soon,   
You notice something is askew in the room-   
  
There's testing tubes, and strange meat samples,   
The doctor's looks leave you in shambles.   
  
You realize now that you're strapped to your bed,   
You scream loud enough to wake up the dead.   
  
The doctors inject you with an anesthia,   
Mixed with something to give you amnesia.   
  
Nightmares harrass your brutalized psyche,   
But then you awake, unaware of that night.   
    
As you recount all your dreams of fright,   
You can't shake the feeling that something's not right...   

Sperm dairy

We are all chained up in a barn
All men chained up
A female farmer comes
To extract sperm
For the continuation
Of the human race
We are the cattle
Our purpose is sperm production
We wake up we are milked
Fed stake
Then we sleep

Congratulations, John!

Thanks for the runners-up spot, Countrygirl. Congrats, todski, on getting the other spot.