Relaxing with You

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A D/s couple's fantasy
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melimelissa
melimelissa
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You tell me to relax and, yet, you're here,
Gazing at me, so I soon realize
You'd like the robe - diaphanous not clear -
Removed, for you to view your latest prize;
As you saw me before, at the market,
Stripped in chains and ready for your bid,
Once you'd inspected - making me so wet.

The moisture made me blush, as you undid
Your pants and showed me all I'd get to know,
When I was yours to have and hold and fuck!
You cursed as you first entered. I was so
Entirely taken, I could have no truck
With any other bidder - so I sulked
And outstared insolently...

I was whipped
​On the auction stand, watching you sculpt
That smile of yours - so cruel, my heartbeat skipped
​And lost the regularity, bidders required;
So, you achieved your goal and took me hence
To this pleasure palace; where as desired
I'll pay my dues and be your recompense...

melimelissa
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DampKittenDampKittenabout 1 month ago

The beauty of this piece is that the bdsm is actually metaphorical but so eye catching as to seize the reader's entire attention. It's such a sophisticated account. I love the word choice. Warms me up nicely..

42Below42Belowabout 2 months ago

I feel at home in this poem, perhaps it’s the chains under my bed.

HottieOlwenHottieOlwenabout 2 months ago

You don't have to lie on a bed to relax

Or even sit in a comfy chair

Getting fucked or whipped can also work,

How do I know? I've been there!

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