Plaything

 
Plaything


The bright light fills the room, as the Dungeon doors swung open wide, in walks your master and you've been locked inside

He takes the key from his pocket, you hear the padlock click, you rub life back into your wrist, a fast rub does the trick

You make sure your eyes stay down, you dare not take a glance, if he sees he'll beat you, so you dont take the chance

He turns and goes to the door, you follow close to him, your going to the playroom, to fulfill his every whim

As the door opens, there's outfits hanging on a rail to your right, obviously its dress up must be his thrill tonight

Slipping into lace underwear, stocking and a sexy dress, even though it's not your will, it's nice you must confess

He is sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, silently watching, waiting to seal your room

He gestures you over, you lay across his lap, you feel the first sting of the night, as he delivers you a slap

One blow after another, he spanks you with such power, tears forming in your eyes, it seems to last a hour

Then he slides past your undies, he's playing with your bum, it's not your favourite pastime but you know it must be done

He gets his little finger, he pushes it in so hard and deep, instantly you start to get damp as your pussy starts to seep

A finger stuck inside your arse, three fingers in your cunt, he has no need for foreplay, he always acts so blunt

Finger fucking roughly, he rams them in so deep, he stands you up and bends you over, he wants to take a peep

He spreads your pussy open wide, your lips
shine so moist and wet, you get a little respite, he hasn't started yet

He lashes you too the wall, arms and legs spread wide, he picks up a dildo and thrusts it right inside

You feel its vibration run through you, from your mouth escapes a sigh, you try not to make a sound, well at least that's what you try

Now hes on a mission he wants to make you moan, he starts to whip your body, whilst filming with his phone

The sting lands across your arse, he lands some across your back, gnawing at your pretty skin, you feel blood run down your crack

You grit your teeth and hold your tongue, he wont her you beg, but beatings make you horny, as juice runs down your leg

Then the whipping stops you feel him close behind, he kisses your neck so softly, sometimes he can be kind

You feel his manhood go up you, he pumps until he cums, he pulls hes cock out from you, and taps you on the bum

He untied your binds and turns you around, he thanks you with a kiss, he leads you to, your dungeon, your body aches with bliss

Clink goes the shackles, you flop onto your bed, left again in darkness, with the memories in your head

So until he has a need, your a prisoner in his home, he has life in his hands and your pictures on this phone


Ron