Laced by an Expert

Strings come together in criss-cross criss-cross patterns,
lacing her into bonds of blue and lavender turns
of elastic undulating tightness, around her waist
and pushing holding molding her breasts in the taste
of old-fashioned torture mongers for the pleasure
of men to raise a stilled temperature.

Her hands grip the post of a canopy bed
while her so-called love pulls the tendrils of inelastic lead,
binding the satin corset to her skin in enthusiastic
tugs of avarice. The slaving optimistic
holds tight and bites her lip, her Romeo enticing,
"Suck in more, love; here's the icing."

And he yanks once more on the fragile braids,
her mouth opening in silenced pains.
The knotted bow is tied simply and true
and he steps back to breathe in the view
while she turns with downcast eyes
and beats back the pain she feels with treasured lies.

He poses her gently and steps back to film
while tears plaster her cheeks with loyalty for him.
He compliments the bulges of breast and hip
around the corset's midnight laced lip
and straightens the seam on her stocking's hem
while he fondles her panties and calls her a gem.

And after a bit the crying stops, her breathing coming
easier without the tears and the pressure calmed by his humming
while he calculates how best to take his new find
and who'll pay most for the film if he's less than kind.
But she finally voices the fear and the pain,
even knowing that her pleas are in vain

when he jumps at her complaint and takes offense,
demanding her surrender in recompense.
So she backs down and stumbles on her spikes
to tumble on the bed just as he likes
when he grabs her auburn locks and whips her around
to stare at the belt as he swings it around.

Her cries fall careless on the floors below
as the smiling expert allows her to bestow
a kiss on the leather he's used to bloody
her body into rivers of pale flesh in muddy
waters of blood that he wipes clean
to reveal the material he'll address in his mean

compliments of slaps and unwithheld desires
while she trembles in his grip and silently perspires,
beads of sweat turning pink in the aftermath of him
and his leather attentions on her lacen gym
of virile pursuit that attracted him first
and tainted her with his satyrous thirst.

But he kisses away her gentle tears
with tense little bites that tease her fears.
She moans in distress and he encourages the same,
bringing out more props to delight his game.
He encircles her wrists in cuffs of steel
behind her back and makes her kneel

on her spotted coverlet that held a young woman's dreams
and now only forsakes all her lover deems
a fitting sacrifice to his educated lust
that's covered this co-ed in ribbons of rust.
He attaches little clamps to her nipples and lobes
and brings out glittering chains to heighten her woes.

She finally screams when he forces her open
with powerful movements that have always awoken
alien hurt and intangible fears that weaken the feeler
in both body and psyche, till they tremble and hover
on the brink of being mad when the very sound
of their lover has only just come around.

And when he finally lies inert upon her shaking form
and giggles at her tears of both pain and alarm,
she can taste both the shame and the gentling ache
of numbing embarrassment and a loss of chaste
desires and unremittant wants that he's made forever gone
with his gouging tantalizing expert song.