My Captive Lips

(Inspired by my submissive muse, so better than Cognac)            
             
Oh my love, my Master, another kinky lesson for Your darling student    
Sitting on the big chair, across Your lap, You clothed, me naked            
             
Silken darkness, the reassuring comfort of my collar, thumb cuffs, and toe cuffs            
Grinning because i feel Your warmth and hardness, the coolness of Your linen shirt, mustn’t get it wrinkled            
             
My head is swimming, giddy little girl, lust filled            
Wondering what wicked game we’ll play, can it top what we did last night, i’m so hopeful            
             
The first sensation is like lightning, on the tip of my lips            
Your warm finger, traced so delicately, like a butterfly’s wings, in a slow, lazy circle, tingling radiates downward            
             
Overcome, i lean forward, try to find You, kiss You, desperate            
Behind me You gather my long hair, pull me back, into my place, little girl pout            
             
Next, the soft scent of roses, right below my nose, deep breath            
Velvety petals work their magic, i kiss them adoringly, and You allow it
            
Then a startle, a single thorn felt as it drags, slight twinge            
A reminder that in our world, erotic light must always be balance with darkness, suddenly i tense              
             
Soothing coolness, drip then drip, water runs downs my chin, a shiver all over, the dampness makes me blush            
Wet ice burns, then numbs, my kidnaped mouth, i lick the moisture, parched            
             
Your sticky finger probes, parts my compliant smooch, a flood of sweetness, wild and natural            
A taste of honey, draws its response, gentle phallic sucking            
             
Knowing i can take no more, i squirm, turn, and lean into You            
Steal a kiss, right on target, filling Your mouth with my still sweetest of tongues            
             
Again You assert total domination, Your hand clutches my throat, exhilaration, steal my breath away            
Pushing me back against Your shoulder, only releasing when i've got the message            
             
Then the reversal, Your lips meet mine, gentle kissing            
Making me feel all teenager and awkward, for this is so much a first kiss unlike any other, lock it away in my diary            
             
Floods of emotion, desire, wanting to melt into You, hot fudge to my pooling vanilla            
Feel my arms around You, pull You in, and surround You with my feminine folds            
             
But it is not to be, at least not yet, maybe ever?            
Just endless kissing, nothing more, yet still so overwhelming, making me creamy with desire            
             
Please, no, without warning you stand up, i slide off onto the warm leather of the chair where You sat            
My wanton mouth filled with a large rubber ball, an alpaca blanket draped over Your fettered and quivering seduction            
             
A rustle of paper, the door closes, but is not locked            
Time for Your two thirty lecture, “Fetish and Its Role in Abnormal Psychology”, can i endure the next fifty minutes ...