- Erotic Poetry
- A Heavy Duty Chore
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Begged into the room of his torment,
Ropes looped into a sling hold his ass.
He sways to and fro above the ground.
Stockinged feet in Stilettoes of gold.
And who am I to say this is wrong?
So he likes to dress like a woman.
I wear jeans and an LL Bean shirt.
A match made in heaven you might say.
I tie his wrists tightly behind him,
And place the blindfold over his eyes.
I take the whip and ready myself.
Unweildingly, the first lash strikes home.
Lash after lash, I hear him moan out.
With each strike he gets a bit harder.
Sweet precum has seeped through his nylons.
And I know it won't be much longer.
With each blow I whisper "I'm sorry"
"Don't say that" he begs "Or you'll spoil it."
And the welts on his ass cheeks turn red.
My teeth clench at this onerous task.
