Masked

 
the lady in the mask
takes me to task
with corrective measures
and forbidden pleasures
I am her footstool
her sex tool
her plaything
her anything
her obedient slave
never misbehave
only when she lets me
my mistress gets me
she knows what I like
to be ridden like a stolen bike
but before its the whip
the handcuffs I grip
then it's the paddle
maybe then she'll straddle

then again maybe not
she fingers my G-spot
my tied down erection
her candy confection
with her tongue, she teases
then roughly she seizes
she slaps my cock
it's as hard as a rock
and it is bleeding
my begging, my pleading
all to no avail
she cuts my chest with a nail
scars upon scars
like the strings of guitars
until I gently weep
astride me, she creeps

Unleash the beast
no lube I'm ungreased
I'm inserted with violence
then a moment of silence
she denies permission to touch
thumping into my crutch
like I'm branded cattle
she rides me into battle
like a wild rodeo bucking
she is seriously fucking
there's pain and pleasure
in no small measure
tits in my face
I accept with good grace
"I'm coming, Great Scot!"
she said "Oh no your not"

she gushes, she cums
she nail grips my plums
pumps it like crazy
my mind now is hazy
like a banshee possessed
she makes me come on my own chest
"say thank you, mistress!"
"Thank you mistress"