His Whore

A strong hand encircles her delicate throat
She shivers as his fingertips gently stroke
His firm voice whispers, she knows she'll obey,
Or with punishment he'll remind her not to stray
The cuffs lock in place to ankles and wrists
Just for a moment she struggles and twists
Then she sees his eyes, they taunt and dare
She instantly stills when they become a glare
Exposed to him in such a vulnerable state
He senses the way her mind deliberates
Stroking the cane across her backside
He whacks her hard, daring her to hide
She startles, letting out a little scream
Body belies as her cunt just creams
He taunts her to no end with now a whip
Cracking it across her ass and hitting a hip
Her green eyes darken with a hint of pain
Wondering which of them are insane
He drags the whip end along her leg
And chuckles loudly as she tries to beg
She starts, but the words don't come out
Her inner being is aching to shout
Before a word can be uttered with care
He's giving a tug to her long curly hair
A few clothespins here and there scattered
To nipples and flesh, not that it mattered
Biting her lip and inhaling the pain
It flashes around her like torrents of rain
A few turns of the pins, he offers a grin
Seeing her tense he does it all over again
Just as she gets accustomed he lets go
The blinding rush, she screams "no, no"
A smack to the cheek, a rush to the head
He plunges his cock in, full speed ahead
Her wetness surrounds him, holding him tight
He rams into her with all of his might
Getting so close, the edge draws near
Quickly he retreats and notices her fear
Pulling her up, gazing into her eyes
He plunges back in taking her by surprise
Gasping and moaning, she bucks wildly
Roughly he claims her, so shall it be
Grunting in satisfaction of his desire and need
He spills within her his manly seed
Another stroke to her soft smooth cheek
His fingertips caress as he starts to speak
His whispered words a tug at her core
As she is opened to being his whore