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Poetry competition CLOSED 30th June 2024 11:50pm
WINNER
dimpy (dimpsmoon)
dimpy (dimpsmoon)
RUNNERS-UP:
Grace
and toniscales
Page:
Keys
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem telling me what is behind the door.
I have a key.
It goes in a lock.
I pushed it in.
it did pop.
I took a breath.
Said a prayer.
Once it was open,
Guess what's in there?
Have fun with this. Make me visualize what is behind the door.
(All can enter. Every category)
Good Luck
It goes in a lock.
I pushed it in.
it did pop.
I took a breath.
Said a prayer.
Once it was open,
Guess what's in there?
Have fun with this. Make me visualize what is behind the door.
(All can enter. Every category)
Good Luck
A Hapless Occurence
Who is that knocking at my window
Not real sure
Please don't come in
You can use the front door
Your unappealing
A threat to me
Please don't come near
Let's have a cup of tea
Stay away
How many more times
Please don't come around
Hating you is such a crime
Don't threaten my life
Put away the gun
Please don't approach me
You & I always had such fun
You fatally shot me
Down to one more breath
Please come closer
I'll avoid you through death
Not real sure
Please don't come in
You can use the front door
Your unappealing
A threat to me
Please don't come near
Let's have a cup of tea
Stay away
How many more times
Please don't come around
Hating you is such a crime
Don't threaten my life
Put away the gun
Please don't approach me
You & I always had such fun
You fatally shot me
Down to one more breath
Please come closer
I'll avoid you through death
Written by Vision_of_insanity
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The Prairie Son
He strides 'neath billows
of storm clouds 'a comin'
winds 'a stirrin'
grass blades burnin'
waist-high in summer heat.
He stops
takes in the scent
of Earth
of dirt
from which he came
'a twistin' out from below
one day.
Faint smile
plays on his lips
key to the door
'a janglin' at his hip
A wagon in the distance
comes 'a rollin' on
closer
like the others did
before they left the road
He feels his thoughts
'a risin'
swelling, growin'
surmising
what this one will hold
So beautiful....
white wagon canvas
sailing it's last
on prairie waves.
He will put them
in the room
behind the door
with all the rest--
lifeless eyes 'a starin'
He touches the key
caressing--
the Prairie Son's 'a comin'....
of storm clouds 'a comin'
winds 'a stirrin'
grass blades burnin'
waist-high in summer heat.
He stops
takes in the scent
of Earth
of dirt
from which he came
'a twistin' out from below
one day.
Faint smile
plays on his lips
key to the door
'a janglin' at his hip
A wagon in the distance
comes 'a rollin' on
closer
like the others did
before they left the road
He feels his thoughts
'a risin'
swelling, growin'
surmising
what this one will hold
So beautiful....
white wagon canvas
sailing it's last
on prairie waves.
He will put them
in the room
behind the door
with all the rest--
lifeless eyes 'a starin'
He touches the key
caressing--
the Prairie Son's 'a comin'....
Written by MadameLavender
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The Key
(For Fia Naturie's Keys Competition)
I walked into the attic room.
The black door stood
with seemingly nothing
behind it.
I felt inside my pocket
for the key I instinctively knew
would be there.
It felt warm and electric
in my pocket.
I fit the key into the lock,
and held my breath,
opening the door.
Inside was me.
But a completely different me.
I was thin and beautiful.
I could walk
without the help
of a walker.
I was normal.
I didn't have bipolar depression
and I didn't feel
sad or lost
or chronically empty and lonely
anymore.
I had a gorgeous husband
who doted on my every word
and a job I loved.
I wanted to step further inside the door
and lose myself to that unknown paradise
but at that exact instant,
I heard my daughter
moaning from the living room.
“Mama, it's time. Your grandbaby
is coming.”
And I heard my angry son-in-law
barking how if I didn't hurry up
I would make them late.
I stepped back from the door,
closed and locked it.
And I went back downstairs,
knowing as I did
the door would vanish forever.
I walked into the attic room.
The black door stood
with seemingly nothing
behind it.
I felt inside my pocket
for the key I instinctively knew
would be there.
It felt warm and electric
in my pocket.
I fit the key into the lock,
and held my breath,
opening the door.
Inside was me.
But a completely different me.
I was thin and beautiful.
I could walk
without the help
of a walker.
I was normal.
I didn't have bipolar depression
and I didn't feel
sad or lost
or chronically empty and lonely
anymore.
I had a gorgeous husband
who doted on my every word
and a job I loved.
I wanted to step further inside the door
and lose myself to that unknown paradise
but at that exact instant,
I heard my daughter
moaning from the living room.
“Mama, it's time. Your grandbaby
is coming.”
And I heard my angry son-in-law
barking how if I didn't hurry up
I would make them late.
I stepped back from the door,
closed and locked it.
And I went back downstairs,
knowing as I did
the door would vanish forever.
Written by toniscales
(Lost Girl)
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But I Heard...
I heard creaking on the floor-boards
as if a ghost passed through my room,
and sensed the musty old sash-cords
and heard the cuckoo's two-tone tune.
Beyond the city's constant boom
far back to some forgotten past
that exists in the mind of this loon
I heard slick-click, of an iron door-latch,
Then, breezes shushered in the mown meadow
and the sound of unknown song birds,
the scent of cut grass made me mellow
by that peaceful past, long unheard,
and memories of lowing herds
this clattering of arriving milk,
the whole ensemble, resonant of cellos,
so smoothly cool as ancient silk...
But they surrounded my land with city sound
they bounce it off concrete,
they've made it reverberate and bound
as the tore up my peaceful street,
nigh near made hell on earth complete
as upwards concrete units soar,
but I heard the creaking of floor-boards
so I guess, death, yeah, will seem a treat?
as if a ghost passed through my room,
and sensed the musty old sash-cords
and heard the cuckoo's two-tone tune.
Beyond the city's constant boom
far back to some forgotten past
that exists in the mind of this loon
I heard slick-click, of an iron door-latch,
Then, breezes shushered in the mown meadow
and the sound of unknown song birds,
the scent of cut grass made me mellow
by that peaceful past, long unheard,
and memories of lowing herds
this clattering of arriving milk,
the whole ensemble, resonant of cellos,
so smoothly cool as ancient silk...
But they surrounded my land with city sound
they bounce it off concrete,
they've made it reverberate and bound
as the tore up my peaceful street,
nigh near made hell on earth complete
as upwards concrete units soar,
but I heard the creaking of floor-boards
so I guess, death, yeah, will seem a treat?
Written by Rew
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The Man Behind the Door
“I’m the man behind the door-that’s fucking his bitch
I’m the man behind the door-feeding her this long dick,
“While I Dutch windmill in her cat
She’s scratching up my back,
“The more he cuss outside in the hall
Is in rhythm with the bed hitting the wall,
“He hears her passionately thanking God
While he’s twisting and shaking the doorknob,
“I whisper ‘tell him to go away’
She repeats and he cries ‘don’t do this to me bae’,
“Also saying ‘baby your hurting my heart’
Her reply is ‘I’m cuming’ followed by a loud pussy fart,
“This set his bitch-ass off
With him threatening an ass-whooping we just bought,
“His threats increases my sexual drive
As I smash the pussy harder and look in her eyes,
“Down her cheek rides a lonely tear
Because me stop fucking is the only thing she fear,
“One hand on my hip so I won’t pull out
The other on my head, penetrating her tongue in my mouth,
“The connection muffles the moaning sound trying to escape her lung
As I fill her deep with exploding cum,
“Now in a different position on the floor
Ass up while her head is at the bottom of the door,
“Moaning and whining mix with the hallway light
We hear him tearing up shit left and motherfuckin right,
“Now she’s begging for me to fuck her in the ass
Making sure he heard I’m the best dick she ever had,
“Twenty minutes later shit and cum is a combo thing
As she toss under the door the pastor’s wedding ring,
“Now she’s on her knees sucking me clean
Getting hit by hollowpoint shells as my 9mm starts to sing”.
I’m the man behind the door-feeding her this long dick,
“While I Dutch windmill in her cat
She’s scratching up my back,
“The more he cuss outside in the hall
Is in rhythm with the bed hitting the wall,
“He hears her passionately thanking God
While he’s twisting and shaking the doorknob,
“I whisper ‘tell him to go away’
She repeats and he cries ‘don’t do this to me bae’,
“Also saying ‘baby your hurting my heart’
Her reply is ‘I’m cuming’ followed by a loud pussy fart,
“This set his bitch-ass off
With him threatening an ass-whooping we just bought,
“His threats increases my sexual drive
As I smash the pussy harder and look in her eyes,
“Down her cheek rides a lonely tear
Because me stop fucking is the only thing she fear,
“One hand on my hip so I won’t pull out
The other on my head, penetrating her tongue in my mouth,
“The connection muffles the moaning sound trying to escape her lung
As I fill her deep with exploding cum,
“Now in a different position on the floor
Ass up while her head is at the bottom of the door,
“Moaning and whining mix with the hallway light
We hear him tearing up shit left and motherfuckin right,
“Now she’s begging for me to fuck her in the ass
Making sure he heard I’m the best dick she ever had,
“Twenty minutes later shit and cum is a combo thing
As she toss under the door the pastor’s wedding ring,
“Now she’s on her knees sucking me clean
Getting hit by hollowpoint shells as my 9mm starts to sing”.
Written by CasketSharpe
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The Key
the key into the depth of her soul
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
where the shadows of the past exist
the shadows dance with eerie music
the padded room had slashed walls
they peek in with curiosity
they want so much to touch
and prod and poke
does she exists beyond the ethereal
the key is hidden away in her mind
a word spoken a soft touch
there is flickering hope in the abyss
there demons dwell dancing with her mind
the key is stuck within
words like thorns embedded
in wounds oozing pus
the key is called Compassion
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Do Any Of You Want To Join Us?
We
went to
my best friend's
place to surprise
him on his birthday
and opened the front door
to see him naked and with
some chick riding his dude piston
before she smiled at us and asked "Do
any of you want to strip and join us?"
went to
my best friend's
place to surprise
him on his birthday
and opened the front door
to see him naked and with
some chick riding his dude piston
before she smiled at us and asked "Do
any of you want to strip and join us?"
Written by Green_Arrow
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Astarte's Door
a story, in verse
1
My revered college went co-ed!
This broke the patriarchy’s grip
It filled the faculty with dread
As women took professorships
When Lady Ashtoreth took charge
As president, headmistress, too
She seized all power to discharge
Old male professors from our school
For that, she garnered our applause
Like fools, we did not comprehend
Our fates were linked to theirs because
The new headmistress hates all men
She founded a sorority-
Astarte House, just down the street
This pleased us boys enormously
A Party House of girls in heat!
But, our new classmates weren’t like that...
These girls were beautiful, but mean
Just like the Lady Ashtoreth
Less Aphrodite, more Athene!
This left us horny frat-boys vexed
Astarte’s mysteries, we craved
To mingle with the fairer sex
Behind the door of their enclave
2
Three randy lads first took a chance
And brazenly approached the door
Which opened wide to their advance
We all assumed that they had scored!
The rumor was they stayed all night
But none of them would speak of it
Refusing to confess delight
We deemed those bastards hypocrites!
I shadowed them next evening when
Back to Astarte House they crept
They entered and I followed them
Cocksure in my pursuit of sex!
The four of us were taken down
Attacked by girls who stripped us bare
Beaten, gagged, and tightly bound
They dragged us down the basement stair
I found a torture chamber there!
Where I was shackled to a wall
This unexpected kinky lair
Was more I ever dreamt befall!
A crack of whip and muffled scream
Made me rethink if this be luck
I couldn’t see from where I stood
If what he got was worth a fuck
I heard again, and then once more
The sounds of savage sadist games
Unseen, but I imagined gore
And wondered if their groins were maimed
Now ungagged, the threesome bawled
In misery and wretchedness
They begged for more! I was appalled
Minds broken by abuse and sex!
Before my eyes now stepped the one
Who worked my comrades to a froth
She moved in self-assured aplomb
It was the Lady Ashtoreth!
The dominatrix, fully nude
With whip in hand, was beautiful
She stood before her evil brood
Of nude, sadistic college girls!
She said, “A new one,” as she slithered
Up against my body, warm
And teased my cock until it quivered
Erect and eager for her charms
She smiled and slugged me in the mouth
Which banged my head against the wall
Then knelt, for targets farther south
And seized me by my cock and balls!
“The punch was payback for you, sir
You crashed our party—that’s the cost.”
My stunned mind couldn’t answer her
Except to spit the tooth I lost
Her iron grip was like a vice
She stretched my sac for all to see
“Someday soon, in sacrifice
You will offer these to me.”
Then rapidly, with fingers taut
She slapped the manhood in her grip
To bucking thighs and screams distraught
A masturbation torture-trip!
Wracked with pain by practiced claws
Yet, bliss intense unreconciled
I shamed myself and shot my wad
Embarrassed, disgraced, and defiled
She chose three girls, my pain to nurture—
Working their apprenticeship
“Repeat his masturbation torture,
Get him ready for the whip!”
My cock in blissful torture burned
Throughout the night, to jerks and slaps
With each girl taking several turns
To pinch and squeeze my scrotal sac
Some hours later, bruised and wracked
With prostate burning dry and sore
They kept on pawing at my sac
And yanking cock from out its core
Ashtoreth returned, and quipped,
“Your will is broken, now you’re primed
To join the rest and taste the whip
We’ll train your cock and break your mind!”
3
They took me down from off the wall
Where I had been so harshly groped
My arms and legs were forced to sprawl
And tightly bound with satin ropes
Then she seized my battered glans
And jabbed a spike down through the tip
Completely piercing through it, and
With pliers, clamped a ring through it!
By now, too weak to even scream
Exposed before their hate-filled eyes
I grunted as my ass was reamed
And, by a broom-stick, sodomized!
Into another room we went
Between two pillars, I was tied
With dread, I guessed their ill-intent
With arms stretched out and legs spread wide
Here, I found the other three
Bound-up and stretched-out, just like me
We all could clearly see and hear
Each others’ cries, ignoble tears
I stood and faced a retinue
Of naked, domineering chicks
All armed with whips, and strap-ons too
To break my mind and train my dick!
Headmistress cracked her whip at me
A bolt of thunder, barely missed
With new-found strength, I screamed and screamed
And in my terror, pissed and pissed!
She stepped behind, and cracked her whip
To paint a welt across my back
And then her strap-on dildo ripped
Apart my pale and helpless ass
One of her girls then grabbed the ring
That cruelly had pierced my dick
And threaded through a piece of string
To stretch it out for whips to lick
Then, the wicked women whipped
My penis, as my ego writhed
And from my mind my mettle, stripped
They laughed as my machismo died
Headmistress said, “He’s now our bitch
With flaccid dick, forevermore
And never-ceasing horny itch
Makes him our masochistic whore!”
Just before the morning came
They pushed us out Astarte’s door
Naked, bruised, and sore ashamed
Indeed, I was Astarte’s whore!
4
The next few days were bad for me—
Impotent, in agony
A flaccid, horny, helpless state
Impossible, myself to sate
I saw the girl who yanked my ring
And stretched my cock while it was whipped
She teased me with a bit a string
And jerking motion with her wrist
The other guys there on the Quad
Just laughed and asked her what was up
My face turned red, I gave a nod
She asked me if I’d like to fuck
Wolf-calls and laughter from the guys
As she continued jerking air
A hard-on raged between my thighs
Embarrassed more than I could bear!
The craving made me realize
My pride had died deep down inside
And I was willing to reprise
Submission most undignified
Sheepishly, I answered, “Yes”
She whispered, “Don’t be late tonight”
As up against my crotch she pressed
I creamed my shorts, from lust and fright!
5
Submissive urges took control
To get relief I sold my soul
The only way I’d get aroused
Was downstairs in Astarte House
That evening found me at their door
Among what must have been a score
Of wretched blokes with broken dicks
Drawn like addicts to their fix
This time, they took me straight to whip
Between the columns, stripped and checked
The same girl seized my ring, and quipped
“I’ll yank until you stay erect!”
She kept her word and yanked so strong
A searing pain shot through my crotch
She leaned back, stretched it out so long
I thought she’d rip my manhood off!
Some seconds passed, her work complete
My cock was hard and standing proud
She took a whip and thrashed my meat
My scream of pain was long and loud!
Then she stopped and turned away
Leaving me to weep and moan
I begged her, asking her to stay
“I cannot find relief alone!”
She turned, and with an evil grin
She seized my balls, and pulled and squeezed!
She grabbed my dick and jerked again
Then giggled while I choked down screams!
This hand-job torture was far worse
Than what I got the last time here
I ‘jacked-off many times, of course
No pleasure, only pain and fear
Long after all my cum was spent
And ‘jacking dry in burning pain
The coup de grâce to my torment
She wracked my manhood with a cane!
6
Bruised and bandaged, to my shame
I noticed I was not alone
Many classmates looked the same
A few of them had broken bones
I tried to stop and stay away
From House Astarte’s horror show
But she would find me, tease foreplay
And drown me in submission’s throes
The girl had taken charge of me
A dominatrix fully trained!
Obsessed by fear and fantasy
I didn’t even know her name
7
Then, one night, a new disgrace
She strapped me, face up, on a bench
And pressed her pussy on my face
To breathe, I had to please the wench!
Licking ever faster, deeper
Each mistake, she slapped my balls
I did my best to please my keeper
Tongue, a slave to pleasure’s cause
This lesson mastered, mighty quick
For when I licked her favored spots
She deigned to gently kiss my dick
And when I missed, she slapped my crotch
8
One night she didn’t set me free
But kept me in the dungeon, chained!
Though thrilled to be her devotee
I feared why I should be restrained
Then, I was left alone to heal
With food and water, nothing else
Alone for several days, to feel
My craving for submissive sex
She appeared and teased my cock
And whispered things that gave me chills
Then she left me chained and locked
Hot and horny, unfulfilled
Once each night she played this game
Torture worse than all before
My craving became so inflamed
I couldn’t take it any more
Then, one night, she didn’t show
My dominatrix bailed on me
Alone, in darkness with my woe
Craving what she does to me
9
From out the dark, I heard a noise
And waited there, with baited breath
But, alas, my hope destroyed
It was the Lady Ashtoreth!
She cracked her whip, my bare ass burned!
I screamed and strained against my chains
Away from her, I tried to turn
And hide what manhood that remained!
She laughed and asked, “So now you’re shy?”
Then cracked her whip. “Now face me, bitch!”
I faced her, hands between my thighs
Intimidated by that witch
“Your dominatrix won’t return
Unless you choose to be her slave—
Her lessons you may choose to spurn
Forever losing what you crave!”
“My apprentice trained you well
Observing all my protocols
To her, you must now bid farewell...
Or offer me your testicles!”
Her price was steep, but so I paid
And spread my legs before her knife
To sacrifice upon her blade
The source of all my horny strife!
She seized by sac and stretched it out
Convulsive fear! Unnerved, I pissed!
She paused, and mocked me with a pout
Then winked at me and flicked her wrist!
She laughed, and held it to my eyes
Between her finger and her thumb
My severed scrotum, now her prize
As she predicted I’d succumb!
My dominatrix then appeared
And claimed her slave, forevermore
A state for which I volunteered—
Her pussy-licking eunuch whore!
1
My revered college went co-ed!
This broke the patriarchy’s grip
It filled the faculty with dread
As women took professorships
When Lady Ashtoreth took charge
As president, headmistress, too
She seized all power to discharge
Old male professors from our school
For that, she garnered our applause
Like fools, we did not comprehend
Our fates were linked to theirs because
The new headmistress hates all men
She founded a sorority-
Astarte House, just down the street
This pleased us boys enormously
A Party House of girls in heat!
But, our new classmates weren’t like that...
These girls were beautiful, but mean
Just like the Lady Ashtoreth
Less Aphrodite, more Athene!
This left us horny frat-boys vexed
Astarte’s mysteries, we craved
To mingle with the fairer sex
Behind the door of their enclave
2
Three randy lads first took a chance
And brazenly approached the door
Which opened wide to their advance
We all assumed that they had scored!
The rumor was they stayed all night
But none of them would speak of it
Refusing to confess delight
We deemed those bastards hypocrites!
I shadowed them next evening when
Back to Astarte House they crept
They entered and I followed them
Cocksure in my pursuit of sex!
The four of us were taken down
Attacked by girls who stripped us bare
Beaten, gagged, and tightly bound
They dragged us down the basement stair
I found a torture chamber there!
Where I was shackled to a wall
This unexpected kinky lair
Was more I ever dreamt befall!
A crack of whip and muffled scream
Made me rethink if this be luck
I couldn’t see from where I stood
If what he got was worth a fuck
I heard again, and then once more
The sounds of savage sadist games
Unseen, but I imagined gore
And wondered if their groins were maimed
Now ungagged, the threesome bawled
In misery and wretchedness
They begged for more! I was appalled
Minds broken by abuse and sex!
Before my eyes now stepped the one
Who worked my comrades to a froth
She moved in self-assured aplomb
It was the Lady Ashtoreth!
The dominatrix, fully nude
With whip in hand, was beautiful
She stood before her evil brood
Of nude, sadistic college girls!
She said, “A new one,” as she slithered
Up against my body, warm
And teased my cock until it quivered
Erect and eager for her charms
She smiled and slugged me in the mouth
Which banged my head against the wall
Then knelt, for targets farther south
And seized me by my cock and balls!
“The punch was payback for you, sir
You crashed our party—that’s the cost.”
My stunned mind couldn’t answer her
Except to spit the tooth I lost
Her iron grip was like a vice
She stretched my sac for all to see
“Someday soon, in sacrifice
You will offer these to me.”
Then rapidly, with fingers taut
She slapped the manhood in her grip
To bucking thighs and screams distraught
A masturbation torture-trip!
Wracked with pain by practiced claws
Yet, bliss intense unreconciled
I shamed myself and shot my wad
Embarrassed, disgraced, and defiled
She chose three girls, my pain to nurture—
Working their apprenticeship
“Repeat his masturbation torture,
Get him ready for the whip!”
My cock in blissful torture burned
Throughout the night, to jerks and slaps
With each girl taking several turns
To pinch and squeeze my scrotal sac
Some hours later, bruised and wracked
With prostate burning dry and sore
They kept on pawing at my sac
And yanking cock from out its core
Ashtoreth returned, and quipped,
“Your will is broken, now you’re primed
To join the rest and taste the whip
We’ll train your cock and break your mind!”
3
They took me down from off the wall
Where I had been so harshly groped
My arms and legs were forced to sprawl
And tightly bound with satin ropes
Then she seized my battered glans
And jabbed a spike down through the tip
Completely piercing through it, and
With pliers, clamped a ring through it!
By now, too weak to even scream
Exposed before their hate-filled eyes
I grunted as my ass was reamed
And, by a broom-stick, sodomized!
Into another room we went
Between two pillars, I was tied
With dread, I guessed their ill-intent
With arms stretched out and legs spread wide
Here, I found the other three
Bound-up and stretched-out, just like me
We all could clearly see and hear
Each others’ cries, ignoble tears
I stood and faced a retinue
Of naked, domineering chicks
All armed with whips, and strap-ons too
To break my mind and train my dick!
Headmistress cracked her whip at me
A bolt of thunder, barely missed
With new-found strength, I screamed and screamed
And in my terror, pissed and pissed!
She stepped behind, and cracked her whip
To paint a welt across my back
And then her strap-on dildo ripped
Apart my pale and helpless ass
One of her girls then grabbed the ring
That cruelly had pierced my dick
And threaded through a piece of string
To stretch it out for whips to lick
Then, the wicked women whipped
My penis, as my ego writhed
And from my mind my mettle, stripped
They laughed as my machismo died
Headmistress said, “He’s now our bitch
With flaccid dick, forevermore
And never-ceasing horny itch
Makes him our masochistic whore!”
Just before the morning came
They pushed us out Astarte’s door
Naked, bruised, and sore ashamed
Indeed, I was Astarte’s whore!
4
The next few days were bad for me—
Impotent, in agony
A flaccid, horny, helpless state
Impossible, myself to sate
I saw the girl who yanked my ring
And stretched my cock while it was whipped
She teased me with a bit a string
And jerking motion with her wrist
The other guys there on the Quad
Just laughed and asked her what was up
My face turned red, I gave a nod
She asked me if I’d like to fuck
Wolf-calls and laughter from the guys
As she continued jerking air
A hard-on raged between my thighs
Embarrassed more than I could bear!
The craving made me realize
My pride had died deep down inside
And I was willing to reprise
Submission most undignified
Sheepishly, I answered, “Yes”
She whispered, “Don’t be late tonight”
As up against my crotch she pressed
I creamed my shorts, from lust and fright!
5
Submissive urges took control
To get relief I sold my soul
The only way I’d get aroused
Was downstairs in Astarte House
That evening found me at their door
Among what must have been a score
Of wretched blokes with broken dicks
Drawn like addicts to their fix
This time, they took me straight to whip
Between the columns, stripped and checked
The same girl seized my ring, and quipped
“I’ll yank until you stay erect!”
She kept her word and yanked so strong
A searing pain shot through my crotch
She leaned back, stretched it out so long
I thought she’d rip my manhood off!
Some seconds passed, her work complete
My cock was hard and standing proud
She took a whip and thrashed my meat
My scream of pain was long and loud!
Then she stopped and turned away
Leaving me to weep and moan
I begged her, asking her to stay
“I cannot find relief alone!”
She turned, and with an evil grin
She seized my balls, and pulled and squeezed!
She grabbed my dick and jerked again
Then giggled while I choked down screams!
This hand-job torture was far worse
Than what I got the last time here
I ‘jacked-off many times, of course
No pleasure, only pain and fear
Long after all my cum was spent
And ‘jacking dry in burning pain
The coup de grâce to my torment
She wracked my manhood with a cane!
6
Bruised and bandaged, to my shame
I noticed I was not alone
Many classmates looked the same
A few of them had broken bones
I tried to stop and stay away
From House Astarte’s horror show
But she would find me, tease foreplay
And drown me in submission’s throes
The girl had taken charge of me
A dominatrix fully trained!
Obsessed by fear and fantasy
I didn’t even know her name
7
Then, one night, a new disgrace
She strapped me, face up, on a bench
And pressed her pussy on my face
To breathe, I had to please the wench!
Licking ever faster, deeper
Each mistake, she slapped my balls
I did my best to please my keeper
Tongue, a slave to pleasure’s cause
This lesson mastered, mighty quick
For when I licked her favored spots
She deigned to gently kiss my dick
And when I missed, she slapped my crotch
8
One night she didn’t set me free
But kept me in the dungeon, chained!
Though thrilled to be her devotee
I feared why I should be restrained
Then, I was left alone to heal
With food and water, nothing else
Alone for several days, to feel
My craving for submissive sex
She appeared and teased my cock
And whispered things that gave me chills
Then she left me chained and locked
Hot and horny, unfulfilled
Once each night she played this game
Torture worse than all before
My craving became so inflamed
I couldn’t take it any more
Then, one night, she didn’t show
My dominatrix bailed on me
Alone, in darkness with my woe
Craving what she does to me
9
From out the dark, I heard a noise
And waited there, with baited breath
But, alas, my hope destroyed
It was the Lady Ashtoreth!
She cracked her whip, my bare ass burned!
I screamed and strained against my chains
Away from her, I tried to turn
And hide what manhood that remained!
She laughed and asked, “So now you’re shy?”
Then cracked her whip. “Now face me, bitch!”
I faced her, hands between my thighs
Intimidated by that witch
“Your dominatrix won’t return
Unless you choose to be her slave—
Her lessons you may choose to spurn
Forever losing what you crave!”
“My apprentice trained you well
Observing all my protocols
To her, you must now bid farewell...
Or offer me your testicles!”
Her price was steep, but so I paid
And spread my legs before her knife
To sacrifice upon her blade
The source of all my horny strife!
She seized by sac and stretched it out
Convulsive fear! Unnerved, I pissed!
She paused, and mocked me with a pout
Then winked at me and flicked her wrist!
She laughed, and held it to my eyes
Between her finger and her thumb
My severed scrotum, now her prize
As she predicted I’d succumb!
My dominatrix then appeared
And claimed her slave, forevermore
A state for which I volunteered—
Her pussy-licking eunuch whore!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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enigma
the empty darkness of the void was spread
something was fluttering between the pure black walls
a warm echo was heard
when its dry door was knocked,
a little moisture came out of it
a rough key was used
and the door broke
the abyss could not be more beautiful than this
the darkness was hanging on a rope
the free branches were swaying
the flies were flying with vanilla in their wings
the sensual horses were jumping and swimming
the two honey-colored pearls were intoxicating
the suspicious eyes burst with jealousy
A shining armor made an entry
Strength was gathered to welcome a different tomorrow
the shadow that created saltiness exploded
the virgin river attained perfection
it celebrated, rejecting the obstacles of the future
the silver waterfalls flowed freely
the rainbows of infinite beauty froze on the boobs
in some moments sadness was alternated
a constantly yearning happiness was nurtured
in some special moments of clarity trust, respect, adoration were given...
something was fluttering between the pure black walls
a warm echo was heard
when its dry door was knocked,
a little moisture came out of it
a rough key was used
and the door broke
the abyss could not be more beautiful than this
the darkness was hanging on a rope
the free branches were swaying
the flies were flying with vanilla in their wings
the sensual horses were jumping and swimming
the two honey-colored pearls were intoxicating
the suspicious eyes burst with jealousy
A shining armor made an entry
Strength was gathered to welcome a different tomorrow
the shadow that created saltiness exploded
the virgin river attained perfection
it celebrated, rejecting the obstacles of the future
the silver waterfalls flowed freely
the rainbows of infinite beauty froze on the boobs
in some moments sadness was alternated
a constantly yearning happiness was nurtured
in some special moments of clarity trust, respect, adoration were given...
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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Behind the Door
I'll tell you for sure
it's
Spaces and floors
Waves and shores
where depraved implore
trips to stores,
nails, beds and bed bugs,
sun rays ignored,
what's behind the door?
Stale air and rust on swords,
millions spent on
silly fish to swim
with crooked fins
pointless play abhorred
behind the door,
what's behind the door
cept'
fortunes ignored,
oceans hardly explored
brain matter taking tours
all day
around thoughts vacant and short
but searching
what's behind the door?
Demons on fours
saints lost in their lore
stories rotten at core,
tripping over moments on which lives hinge
behind that door, suspicious
maybe one day inviting and filled with more
or at least I'm open to it
it's
Spaces and floors
Waves and shores
where depraved implore
trips to stores,
nails, beds and bed bugs,
sun rays ignored,
what's behind the door?
Stale air and rust on swords,
millions spent on
silly fish to swim
with crooked fins
pointless play abhorred
behind the door,
what's behind the door
cept'
fortunes ignored,
oceans hardly explored
brain matter taking tours
all day
around thoughts vacant and short
but searching
what's behind the door?
Demons on fours
saints lost in their lore
stories rotten at core,
tripping over moments on which lives hinge
behind that door, suspicious
maybe one day inviting and filled with more
or at least I'm open to it
Written by ExercisingDemons
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