I Was Lost In A Sex Shop?

I was lost in a sex shop;
the gimp had got me marked
“nice day for it”
In jest i happen to remark.

The leather clad gimp took exemption to this,
with dark glowing eyes
looking into an abyss.

She tried to dominate,
she tried to make me flinch,
I only came here
because one of the ass beads
rolled under the fridge.

I was lost in a sex shop,
curiosity had been replaced by fear,
the hands of time had not been kind
exactly how long have I been here?

I started to run,
this was considered rude!  
I was felled by a broken bottle of lube.
I awoke, feeling the worse for wear,
tied and bound a wooden chair.

A latex covered hand appears out of nowhere
and ties me to a chair,
pulling my pants down,
dazzled by the glare of her shiny p.v.c outfit.
“You’ve been a naughty boy?

My hopes and sprits sank,
with a glee in her eyes
she proceeded to spank
 
This feeling was new
as my ass was beaten
new shades black and blue.

Unable to think let alone walk,
my jaws clench involuntary
as I tried to talk.

Untied, I made my escape;
this had to be some sort
of silly mistake.

Pick a door any door will do,
as a gimp stood in front,
brandishing a large jewel
encrusted dildo.

Underneath the mask
I wasn’t sure if it was a he or a she
so I kicked it in the bollocks
and began to flee.

Diving for cover,
fast on my feet,
he will never catch me
he should look before he leaps.

I was lost in a sex shop
……..I bloody Loved it!!!!!