Responsive and Articulate

Responsive and Articulate

Responsive and articulate,
When she set out her stall:
The things that put her in her place,
She may now well recall,
When she is lying in her bed,
Having been less well-used,
In places where she'd crawl, instead
Of walking free: excused;
She has the will to move so slow
To places, she's so fond
Of clever twists that few will know,
So how will she respond?

She would thank the rolled-up belt,
That's lying on the chair
Will she remember how it felt
When he pulled at her hair?
Fiercely tugged across the room,
She often could be found,
Weeping, cuffed, amidst the gloom,
Remembering the sound,
Of chastisement of her soft flesh,
A slap, a welt, some spanks,
A subdued scream, as she came clean,
Expressing all her thanks.

Articulate the real bliss,
He can be demanding,
When the mouth is filled with piss,
And he is reprimanding
Her not to spill a single drop,
Of his so-precious fluid,
She'll not swallow, he'll not stop
So one of them will rue it;
Wiping his thumb across her lips,
A saliva-urine mix,
Jams his sex against her hips
Her cunt receives his prick.

Responsive and articulate,
She is his, when beckoned:
He surely put her in a state,
That she had often reckoned,
Would be the answer to her prayers,
Surrendering to his thrusts,
Clothing ripped, lying in layers,
Let it just gather dust
As will the thought of walking free,
She's his bitch on a plate,
A further twist: eternally,
She will articulate.

Yum!