Release

Brave of heart
have come
faint of
not

Middle-aged man
pushed along
by onyx hands
onto center stage

His Back Office tan
stands out pale
in lone spotlight
down suited shape

Her night colored skin gleams
like his Mercedes sedan
hers the same brand
but so much bigger

His male ego left
in the cloakroom
muted by the mask
on his latex-clad face

Her voice deep and vibrant
like his twelve cylinder engine
trained in raw and order
commanding her passengers

Ordered to strip
his civil servant hands
come to wild life
serving her uncivil hints

"Hurry with this jacket"
"Shirt now, take your time"
"Slow with those buttons, Slower"
"Bend low while the briefs, LOWER"

Bare hands are lifted
stripping him
of his daily burden
as shackles close

Uncaged from clothing
Relieved from charge
Unbanned from concerns
Liberated from control

Controlled by her dominance
Banded by his obedience
Believed by the audience
Encased by suspense

Chains are pulled
his body stretched
onto his toes
manhood exposed

Her arm shoves
between his legs
pushed apart
from behind

Fingers with nails
expertly done
spread and roam
wander with intent

From tip
over base
via squeeze
to hole-in-one

Free palm handles
whats to be manhandled
loose tongue
delivers her vision

"Next time...
...your office...
...at noon...
...with staff"

Hips reeling
almost there
hands go off
eyelids fly open

Five dark yards away
his housewife
brought to release
fist deep inside her.