An Invitation
By 411
Would you like
To be abused,
Tortured, tormented,
and misused?
Yes it may hurt
A little bit
But you could find
That you love it.
Try it, try it
And you’ll see.
Become a bondage slut
like me.
Strip your clothes off,
Stretch and shave,
And soon enough
You’re Master’s slave.
Would you work
With whips and chains,
Learn to control,
Endure your pain?
What if your body
Is tied with ropes
And you lay helpless
As he gapes and gropes?
Would you, could you
In a box
Around your head
Secured with locks?
Or maybe covered
With a sack
Your body is a rainbow
Purple, blue, and black.
Lift up your legs
And open wide
Let him explore
Deep, deep inside.
Hogtied and suspended
From the ceiling
Shoulders will ache --
delight in the feeling.
He’ll watch you shake
As muscles strain
Then laugh when
You cry out in vain.
Gag in your mouth,
Can’t hear what you say.
You talk too much,
anyway.
Your body says yes
But your eyes say no.
You wonder why
You love it so.
A dunking machine!
Now isn’t that clever?
He’ll get your head wet
With the flip of a lever.
Take a deep breath
And open your eyes.
What’ll come next?
Why, it’s a surprise.
He’ll flog your pussy
And you’ll start to squeal.
But challenge yourself —
How long can you deal?
Now that your body
Is writhing in pain
You can’t take any more
Without going insane
He’ll force you to orgasm
Again and again.
Your world was a blur,
Your whole being taxed.
But now all is forgotten.
You’re completely relaxed.
Sadly, he’ll deny your
Pleas for more
And send you home,
Bruised, broken, sore.
A beast is now awake,
Too big to ignore
Don’t try to resist,
You can struggle no more.
So trade a number
For your name
And accept it —
You’ll never be the same.
Yes, I do like
This bondage stuff.
And I will be back.
Can’t get enough.
You could enjoy it
Just like me
Give it a chance
and you will see.
