Satin Sheets

As per the one permitted request,
the bed is dressed in satin.

Your knees rest on the slippery sheet
a pillow hugs your face
but it’s just the lips we see.

Felice waits with leather at hand,
a smirk is all she shows.

At my command it begins
and she surrounds those lips
in stripes of red and white.

Swish and smack, a rhythm is built
that fingers relax and clench to.

After five minutes we can see the pain,
and the arousal we can smell.
Your submission entertains.

At ten, cheeks quiver, sobs ensue
and it pleases me.

When the safe word comes,
I take Felice hard from behind
and let you hear us fuck.

You slide across the satin and beg
release of your dirty needs.

NO, we say in unison.