Bondage Friends

Muffy was a redhead.
Buffy’s hair was blonde.
They liked to tie each other up.
A game of which they’re fond.

Once a week (or sometimes twice),
One was tightly bound.
A hour first, then two or more,
And gagged to make no sound

Buffy liked a ballgag,
While tape was Muffys choice,
With panties first put in her mouth,
To silence any voice.

Last night it was Muffy’s turn
To be silenced and restrained.
She struggled, but it was no use.
Freedom could not be gained.

The knots were tight and out of reach.
Muffy’s helpless as can be.
Buffy just sat by and watched.
This sight she loved to see.

The erotic struggle turned her on,
Buff could resist no more.
Her panties off, long legs spread wide,
Pussy stuffed with fingers four

Two fingers spread her soft pink lips.
Two more played with her clit.
Buff loudly screamed at climax.
Then once again; she couldn’t quit.

Buffy could not deny her friend
The pleasure she just had
On second thought, she likely could.
Buffy could be so bad.

Muffy squirmed and squeezed her thighs,
So aroused and hot and wet.
But that pleasure just was not to be.
Buffy made her wait and said “Not yet”.

Tears welled up in Muffys eyes
At the meanness of Buffys ways.
Next time she would seek revenge
For this denial Buff would pay.