Turnabout's fair... {Collaboration with the ever Tantalizing TimidlyTempted}

 
 
 
it's my turn for surprises  
i hope you enjoy it  
how are the ropes?  
too tight?  
and the blindfold  
can you see any light?  
excellent!  
shall we begin?  
 
 
he's ready, my Lady  
ready for our gift  
what do You think?  
where should we begin?  
 
 
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Are you ready, Mon minou?  
 
 
Tell Me, now, kitten, for we're headed  
somewhere you've never been  
 
 
And, what's more, it's the two of us...  
 
 
          (Don't worry, minou, I'm getting to  
          him soon enough  
          he's fine; see there?  
          how the leather strokes?  
 
          And, look,  
 
          ahhh,  
 
          that intoxicant, glistening coating  
          the tip  
 
          and yes...there he strains, he can  
          feel our breaths  
 
          as we talk this out he'll be just  
          where I want him to be  
 
          Of that, have no doubt)  
 
 
Now, minou, where was I - hmmm...oh yes!  
 
 
In all these years, we've never come here before  
 
 
We're forever friends, I know; tisn't that on My mind  
 
 
Merely this: you ready, chica? 'Cause this here gonna be one helluva ride...  
 
 
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i'm more than ready  
this was my idea  
don't mistake my trembling  
for trepidation  
or disdain  
lead on, my Lady  
this is Your terrain  
 
 
give me direction  
tell me what to do  
ahh, just look at him  
taut against his bonds  
it will be a night  
he won't soon forget  
for that matter  
neither will i  
 
 
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Now, now minou  
I want him  
             On his knees  
Worshipping  
            Slavering  
                     Sipping you  
 
 
Then  
Turned  
Slipping tongue in  
                      Savoring Me  
 
 
Back and forth  
      Until I command, Cease  
 
 
                       you'll be quivering  
 
l e a f  
 
in My breeze  
 
 
            Mmm...how deliciously decadent we'll be  
            Us mingled upon his lips so bewitchingly  
 
 
Mon minou,  
On your back  
 
 
Ma délice,  
Savor her  
 
 
              Now, I wield first strokes  
of the damp leather tip  
                      of the whip I've chosen for tonight's  
            Exquisite punishment...  
 
 
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already i tremble  
and we've only begun  
my Lady, Your breeze  
is more akin to typhoon  
ahh, the burn of his tongue  
as i sugar coat his lips  
all while You cast Your whip  
 
 
never have i seen him shiver  
his skin aquiver  
with each flowering lash  
he stifles a gasp  
and i shudder  
thinking  
how we must taste  
mixed one with the other  
 
 
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he's shaking a touch  
                     as I snake the length  
of what I've been  
             plying 'cross the glorious muscles he has on display  
 
 
Mmm...  
 
 
Look at the burgundy flush on his gorgeousness  
 
 
buried  
 
 
face first in her rose lusciousness  
 
 
I confess, I'm feeling a bit more  
                          than anxiousness  
as I make my way 'round  
            to fully survey  
 
 
Observe him and his anthracite strain  
       Watch her as he drives her to  
the precipice  
 
 
Again and again...  
 
 
                          Enough,  
I breathe  
(panting, molten with desire)  
 
 
Mon minou,  
Bring My jewels,  
I wish to adorn you  
And  
Ma délice as well  
 
 
Make haste  
I'm impatient now  
No delays!  
 
 
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wearing Your adornments  
i hope we will please  
already we quiver  
and i'm weak in the knees  
clearly we're eager  
see how he stands?  
and how damply i glisten?  
 
 
believe me, my Lady  
i'm impatient too  
this was to be his gift  
but i'm aching and dripping  
so great is my excitement  
and knowing him as well as i do  
he's throbbing because of You  
 
 
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Ohhh...  
Aren't you lovely, minou chérie, opals surrounding roseates  
                          muted fires flickering  
     shot through with the sea  
              beckoning forest hues too  
 
 
All echoing you within...  
 
 
 
And  
 
 
 
Aren't you, délice de moi, a decadent dessert splayed before us here  
 
 
    Phallus enclasped in brushed gold  
I've been constraining you all night long  
 
 
No tender touches  
           No grazes  
                No silken lips to enrobe your rod  
 
 
Finally, I've caressed your rigidity  
          only to confine you  
                           even more thoroughly  
 
 
 
I'm going to ride you  
                Then minou will  
               Oh yes!  
 
 
If you're very, very good, délice  
                       Well...we'll just have to see  
    What might be next on the agenda ~ you could always plea...  
 
 
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