(Note: this little poem was in response to a perverted dr. seuss thread on Collarchat.com)
I would make you beg and bawl
and I’d make you kneel and crawl.
I would tie you up with hemp
’till you’re quivering and damp.
I would call you filthy things,
whip you with a cat that stings,
spank you ’till you start to fly,
then keep going while you soar high.
In a plane, in a train, with your box (you sexy fox),
in a hall, in the mall, in your bush (or your tush),
from behind, from in front, with a sigh, with a grunt,
while i’m pulling on your hair, while I whip your derriere,
breathing heavy in your ear (is it getting warm in here?)
Make you say “You wouldn’t dare!”
Then prove I would, haha, so there!
clamps, cuffs, and a gagging ball,
vibes and dildoes (big and small),
blindfolded against the wall,
paddle, flogger, try them all!
Raise in you a little fear
then make you clean up all the gear
Rub your skin, brush your hair
good sub earned her after care