Placid Pleasures

When in a placid mood, he is inclined
To study me with profound interest;
He tugs the leather leash that he's designed
To clip onto this collar; he's expressed
His pleasure at my close proximity:
I give him satisfaction and he sighs  
Knowing I'm bound to stay; and the brass locks
That help bind me in place are rather wise
Precautions on his part - the part?  His cock's
Embedded between lips, as he declares
I am his very good girl; and he fills
My mouth with jaundiced pleasures, 'til he stares
At my clamped teats and pulls out, then he spills
His seed; I will not blush - I know he'd want
The placid pleasure of this well-trained cunt.