Written by si_deeks

BDSM
26 Sep 2011


A riders crop on a reddened behind

The mistresses wrath he surely will find

Shackled tight, no room to move

His kink is there for her to prove

A raging shaft above tightened ball

A lust for control,they will have it all

To smell her excitement,wrapped in leather

His total obedience,will they cum together?

She demands his yelps,his screams,his moans

To her he is nothing but flesh and bones

He demands her whip,her cruelty and ice

To him she is nothing,but to serve his vice

The scenario plays,to its natural tune

Until the final lash,always to soon

The money paid up,on the table lays bare

If you ask for what you wish,always take care

She knows that soon her job will be done

To her its a means,no hobby or fun

To him its a need,a need to cum

One final crack!,his cock does explode

To him this is normal,like a well trod road

She cannot deny her climax was there

Though this is work,why should she care

Two people part,not a word did they speak

Knowing only to well

Same time next week