My Favourite (Dungeon) Things

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a parody on "A sound of music's - my favourite things"
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*** A PARODY OF 'MY FAVOURITE THINGS' ***

~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Floggers and whips, hand cuffs and vibe’s,
bright coloured pegs, just a few to describe,
bright shiny chains tied to genital rings,
these are a few of my dungeon’s things

Perky young breast with rose coloured nipples,
firm little buttocks with cute little dimples.
Sex slave’s strapped up with her legs in slings,
these are a few of my dungeon’s things

Pets in white dresses with crotch rope sashes,
beads that tease clits and dripping wet snatches,
thinking whether she has any other siblings,
these are a few of my dungeon’s things

When the cuffs click, when the crop stings
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my dungeon’s things,
and then I don’t feel so bad.

Blindfolds on faces and arms held in binders
collars of leather to act as reminders,
of punishment weights clamped to nipple rings,
these are a few of my dungeon’s things

St Andrew’s cross mounted, ready for action,
I strap her tight she gives no hesitation.
Together we grow, this is no passing fling ,
these are a few of my dungeon’s things

Blue satin sashes tie wrists to the bedpost,
laying there helpless my sweet little host,
pleasure through torture is what my mind brings
these are a few of my dungeon’s things

When the cuffs click, when the crop stings,
when I’m feeling sad,
I simply remember my dungeon’s things
and then I don’t feel so bad.

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29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowabout 3 years ago

This really asks for a happy tune to sing along, and some confused bystanders with mouths open.

Fabulous images, and a nice flow.

Thanks for sharing.

Paul4playPaul4playabout 3 years ago

Will Julie Andrews join us in the dungeon?

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