On a Cloudy Afternoon

It starts with me donning his collar

a locked chain and he has the key

As I wait for him on bent knee

sexual thoughts I would ponder

Leather restraints were put on my wrist

grabbed my balls, "on your feet" he said

attached my arms above my head

Took rope he tied, knotted and then twist

and in between knotting, whack

he strikes my ass and smacks my chest

I enjoy this feeling if you haven't guessed

with a good tug he takes up the slack

a rawhide strap is used to tie my balls firmly

then kissed the places that are furry

Smiling I replied “Sir, Thank You Sir”

Boy quick pick one, crop, flogger or belt

choosing the flogger, felt my demon stir

opened hand or closed fist it's love I felt

I was craving his physical touch

and engrossed by the sight of his dick

I was salivating, wanting it so much

That's when he got the flogger I picked

Then caught my eyes looking south

craving a taste, he made me beg

pre cum on his finger was put in my mouth

inside, he ignited a powder keg

It got him excited when choking me with my chain

and throbbing giving me pleasure pain

Took me down, bent me over, grabbed my ass

and then he tickled my tender spot

Several times over I mentally shot

feeling of ecstasy was greatly surpassed

I was in heat, reaching my prime

our connection was beyond physical

it can't be seen, it's nothing visible

but he takes me there every time

I was kinky to begin with at the start

he could relate to my sick sexual thoughts

understood my feelings for rope and knots

while driving me crazy he stole my heart

Since then thought of him every night

while rubbing my bruises ever so slight

Copyright © 2015 Patrick B Vince