Down In The Dungeon

Note: The Virgin and the Dungeon Master are both 18+ years Old

Down in the dungeon,
Early in the evening,
See the captured virgin
Laid out on a wrack.
See the dungeon master
Turn a wooden handle.
Gears creak, wheels roll;
Take up slack.
See her bright eyes widen
With the mounting peril,
See the dungeon master
Flash a toothy grin.
A spittle-soaked silk gag
Stifles any outcry
As the dungeon master
Plans how he'll begin.

Down in the dungeon,
Early in the evening,
See the frightened maiden
Toss her curls and shake.
See beneath her raised arms
Sweat stains on a red dress.
Hear her thumping heart and
Watch her bosom quake.
See the dungeon master
Lick his lips and bend down.
See him press his nose-tip
To her pale cheekbone.
Futilely she struggles
But he plants a kiss still.
See her tear ducts glisten.
Hear her throaty groan.

Down in the dungeon,
Early in the evening,
Wishing things were different
Does not change the facts.
See the dungeon master
Trace a porcelain jawline.
See the cringing virgin
Anticipate his acts.
Now the dungeon master
Plays upon her buttons.
See them yield and open,
Hear him hum a tune.
Look! Behind the red dress
Rayon snowfields lift up.
Hear a quailing gasp.
See the maiden swoon.

Down in the dungeon,
Later in the evening,
Gone is the red dress.
Gone, the snow white slip.
See the wakened virgin,
Bound in bra and panties,
Posed like a bowsprit
On a sailing ship.
Lashed by wrists and ankles,
Hanging from an oak beam;
Knees bent, back bowed,
Tummy pointed down.
See the dungeon master
Push her dainty feet.
Up she goes. Up and back.
Spinning all around.

Down in the dungeon
Later in the evening,
See the dungeon master
Warming to his work.
Watch the whistling bamboo
Mark the maiden's feet.
Swish! Swish! Yip! Yip!
Flayed soles jerk!
Now he holds her steady
And feels between her legs.
Within her panty gusset
Her camel-toe is wet.
See the shame within her eyes.
See her crimson blush.
Her body burns, her mind is torn;
She prays she can forget.

Down in the dungeon
Later in the evening,
Hear the dungeon master
Make his mission clear.
"I am your instructor.
I teach pain and pleasure.
I also am the one you love
And the one you fear."
See him pinch her clit to show
The way his methods work.
See him clutch a pendant breast
That she might understand.
Heat rushes the virgin's chest.
It takes away her breath.
Her toes curl, her neck cords;
She comes onto his hand.