- Erotic Poetry
- My Student Master
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In my class he spreads his legs
I lecture with trembling knees,
I have drunk him to the dregs,
Begging for more, please, please, please.
He's tall, wiry, booted and strong,
In my office his cock is king
I lock the door knowing it's wrong,
But I kneel and hear my hear sing.
Francesco my student has mastered me,
humiliates, dominates and chains,
I teach the class for him to see
that he also controls my brains.
He send emails reminding me
I belong to him and have no choice.
He allows me to suck, allows me to be,
He binds my mind, and owns my voice.
Behold, I am a student's private slave.
In the class there 's pride in his face,
He is my god, powerful and brave,
I worship, give him A's, and learn my place.
- COMMENTS
bullworshipperabout 4 years agoAuthorOh, thank you, Sir, for liking the poem and inserting the 12" dildo to open up my boypussy, and then spanking my ass red. You understand what it needs.
