The Diagnosis

Weave in the pulse
that travels the veins
the melody lingers
as he draws in the reigns

Bound by the wrists
and tied at the ankles
pulls just enough
to keep you in tangles

Flinch to the touch
as he cruelly paces
he's known to invade
those uncovered places

Increasing the simmer
in quiet consideration
the suspense used to build
his known reputation

That led you to seek him
and this devious plot
to be subjugated
to the whims of his cock

The webbing a feature
you've been dying to show
to entice exploration
and to bathe in that glow

The bullets of pink
call out for inspection
but he has cleverly concealed
any view of erection

You hear him behind you
the breeze of his breath
adoring your bottom
with every caress

Time is a treasure
to do this all day
an experienced master
who has you enslaved

The scheduled treatment
can't come quick enough
to feed you the longing
when trapped in this rut

He starts with a tasting
to get a read on condition
you've signed every waiver
to grant him any position.