Tied to your bed, your room looks different from here,
gagged and bound, all I can do is twitch and hear,
but you return without me being aware,
suddenly I'm glad we made this dare,
your touch promises both pleasure and pain,
fulfilling the words you uttered on the train.
You kneel above me in boots and bra,
looking very different to when we met in the bar,
your cunt is wide open, I watch it draw near,
the heel of your boot against my ear,
I hear your order to satisfy your itch,
compelled to obey, for tonight I am your bitch.
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