Bondage Games

With intricate knowledge of knotting
he played his bondage game quite nicely.
A work of art, he would create-
I would become his ultimate piece.
Luring me into his wicked web-
I became his slave that sultry day.
Amongst pristine white rope, I was taught.

Undressed me, with precise measurement-
My body, he inspected completely.
My hair, he braided; a rope itself-
On my belly, he asked me to lay,
attached ankles to braid quite tight.
Leathered cuffs soft around my wrists,
my body contortioned most awkward.

Clips were placed on my perky breasts,
while vibes resounded in delicate place.
With muscles aching, he massaged my thighs-
Eliciting anguished yet maddening joy.
Body teased in most torturous ways,
while my love for him was cemented
the night he showed me what love could bring.

Deep brown eyes filled with raging love
looked down on me with admiration.
Experienced touch from gentle to rough
brought me to hysteric's fine edge!
Never had I known what loving could be,
until fateful all night bondage games
taught me of love's painful release.