Bound and Gagged

Bound
Gagged
Quivering and Blind
A soft hand glides
over a small mound of flesh
mixed in a female
moan of anticipation
and complemented
by a sexy male smirk of satisfaction.

Hands strain and wrists ache
as ropes, soft like his stare
bind her to the chair.

She cannot speak,
but he speaks for her,
and always gets the words right.
He offers reassurance
as two smooth lips part to
embrace a nipple.

Toes point downwards,
legs struggle to break free
as he softly treads on her brink.


Tonight, he tests boundaries
and tries not to break them.

Happy birthday my love.
Happy birthday my, Submissive.


(My attempt at Free Verse)
(Please comment, I've never really tried at this form of poetry, and would love some feedback)