Breasts Are For Binding

I look at you standing there,
Blindfold securely in place,
And I can trace your excitement,
It’s etched across your face.

Breasts are for binding,
Just see how beautiful each looks,
Encircled with a length of rope,
Thrusting and ready for the hooks.

Let’s work those nipples now,
Getting them sensitive and hard,
I slowly attach the clover clamps,
The pain is like an exquisite shard.

This really gets you excited,
Not knowing what I have in store,
I attached lines to your clamps,
And pull slightly to hear you say, “More.”

First over the hooks in the beam,
And then I add the weights,
And your nipples are pulled forward,
But you excitement this does not sate.

Your pussy is wet and dripping,
You needed this you had explained,
It’s the only thing that gets you off,
Only a mixture of pleasure and pain.

I start to whip your breasts,
And each movement increases your pain,
You are practically gushing from sensations,
This mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Do you want to continue?” I ask with a sigh.
You nod your head ‘Yes’ not trusting your voice,
I shove a huge dildo into your pussy,
You cry out as I’ve given you no choice.

As the machine starts fucking you,
Your moans are loud and fast,
But what truly sends you over,
Is when I paddle your ass.