Switch Bitch

She's locked my cock up. Now we're in a club,
She's placed me hooded, kneeling in a box
The top of which is fashioned into stocks.

The whole affair is carefully locked down
So I cannot move my arms or head.
Was it something that I did or said?

Cling film is gently placed across my face.
Perhaps revenge, an aid to introspection?
She tells me that it's just for our protection.

A sudden warmth, an unfamiliar smell.
I feel thighs between my hands and head
And recognise a fantasy I'd said

In idle writings many weeks ago.
Something leather stings quite near my dick
I open up my mouth and start to lick.

Unfamiliar hands now guide my head.
My caged up cock takes some further beating
I push my tongue, but can’t taste what I am eating.

I know my place. That I may only serve.
A big vibrator presses near my face
I work my tongue, fighting to keep pace.

I know that I am pleasing someone's cunt
I don't know if it’s someone's that I know.
I think of secret phone calls to and fro’

Over the days that led up to tonight.
The cunt is pressing harder, I can’t breathe.
A judder. Loss of pressure then she leaves.

The cling film goes and I can get some air.
Another sheet. And I can’t leave my place.
I’m only here so they can use my face.

Apparently I don’t work hard enough.
I try to joke about my locked up cock,
I stop and laugh until I feel the shock;

A cattle prod zaps against my arse.
There’s no way I can move to free the pain
The burn becomes a numbness in my brain.

The numbness fills my head and starts to spread
Until my thoughts become the motor’s hum.
Now I can’t tell what is cunt or bum.

Another sheet of cling film for my face
I lick again. Work hard to do my job,
Whilst worried that I cannot feel my knob.

I work as hard as my breath allows
I hear a cheer, this time with a squirt.
My thighs and arms and calves are made of hurt.

She moves. A new sheet lets me earn my air.
Now I feel a whip across my bum
I must work hard, work hard to make her come.

I realise that I’ve lost count of the times
The film is changed or pains that I receive.
I wonder if my cock will ever breathe.

At last no film. I recognise the taste.
My cock’s unlocked. I’m told that I may come.
My cruel friend whips me hard across the bum.

I feel some awkward scrabbling at my balls.
I feel my cock. I feel it start to rise
My head’s still lost deep between these thighs.

Although I am exhausted I work hard.
She whips as if she’s finishing a race.
The hood is pulled, I look up to her face

And feel a stranger’s mouth around my dick.
I try to ask if this is all okay.
My question’s answered by a plume of spray

Which fills my mouth and gets into my eyes.
I come into the stranger I can’t see.
My cruel friend stands. She smiles and sets me free.

I cannot walk. I fall into a bed.
Together, she and I, we fall asleep.
I close my eyes. The images I keep.