The Succubus

She came to me, All Hallow’s Eve, provocative and goth
Alluring and yet frightening--a little bit of both!
   She beckoned me, coquettishly, and drew me toward her snare
   My mind consumed with wonderment, despite the danger there
   That she had plans for evil, I was not so unaware!
   Yet too intrigued, I followed her down to her dungeon lair
Indeed, I knew, a trip with her would be most perilous
But I was too bedazzled by this lovely succubus

She shut the door behind us, and I sighed a frightened gasp
As she closed a heavy deadbolt, and she locked a stainless hasp
   My mind confused with wonderment at all within her place
   The leather whips, the wooden stocks--my heart began to race!
   She looked at me quite soothingly, as if to slow its pace--
   But when she sensed my fear, the smile broadened on her face
Too afraid to move, yet too entranced to make a fuss
In silence I just froze before this piquant succubus

She slid her fingers furtively along her graceful hip
A glimpse of tongue as she quite slowly licked her upper lip
   A sparkling gleam within her eye, so easily she won!
   A few such innuendos, her exotic web was spun
   And when I sensed the danger, that just added to her fun--
   She’d relish her control of me before the night was done
And soon my mind was dizzy, all my thoughts became nonplussed
Spellbound by the beauty of this fiendish succubus

Despite the signs of evil, still, a comeliness was there
Her greenish eyes, a beaded, braided lovelock in her hair,
   My instincts went unheeded, my self-preservation swerved
   Such lovely femininity would keep me too unnerved
   A mix of apprehension with a growing bit of verve
   My eyes drawn to her body, overcome by every curve
I should have run!  Instead my gaze stayed fixed upon her bust--
Leering at the luring of this tempting succubus

She stepped toward me with confidence, unbuttoning my shirt
Ran fingernails across my chest until it almost hurt
   She wrapped her arms around me, I could almost feel her breast!
   She scraped her claws across my back, and scratched my shoulder flesh
   Continued to disrobe me until I was all undressed--
   My breathing growing heavier as fingertips caressed
Frozen there, part timid, and yet part consumed with lust
Throbbing and quite captivated by the succubus

She touched her tongue upon my mouth, then gave a hungry kiss
But afterwards she used a scarf to tightly bind my wrists
   Once tied, my hands were lifted to a hook above my head
   She paced around my body thrice to let me taste the dread
   Then ambled to my left, took down a flogger from its stead:
   With firm, increased intensity, she turned my buttocks red
The first few strokes erotic, but then soon I screamed, I cussed,
And begged for bits of mercy from the laughing succubus

Through screaming, sobbing, whimpering--then I could take no more--
The hook alone preventing me from crumpling on the floor
   She slowed her pace, then gradually, her viciousness was stayed
   And afterward stood gazing at the artwork she had made:
   The red marks on my body, and the way my nerves were frayed--
   My quivering trepidation while her torment was delayed
The more I suffered, I could tell, the stronger was the rush
Of pleasure for this cruel and yet erotic succubus

Then she unhooked my bound-tight wrists, and led me to her bed
She cuffed my hands to iron bars spread out above my head
   In fear I wondered what this cunning masochist might do
   But she adroitly stroked my loins, my flaccid flesh re-grew
   Rippled waves of pleasure rushed, I looked at her anew
   Anticipating rapturous bliss as pent-up passions flew...
Her hands a source of pleasure now, my mind could almost trust--
Forgetting recent beatings from this raunchy succubus

But every time I neared the mark and reached my last plateau
She’d smile at me knowingly, and then her hands would slow
   The first few times it added some fantastic pleasure, then
   She would bring me closer still, and tantalize again
   Soon I ached for my release, and speculated when--
   Or if--I’d have the chance to spill my tension in her den
I bucked my hips, I begged her, but her tease was scandalous!
And I?   A toy, a plaything, to amuse this succubus

It seemed to me like endless hours she went on like this
Such misery and ecstasy!   Such agonizing bliss!
   But she got more inspired every time I begged, complained
   Sometimes she’d stop, take down her crop, administer some pain
   But after that, she’d stroke again, and overwhelm my brain
   My body pining for the opportunity to drain
She would kiss my unfulfilled frustration, I would blush
Then suffer even more for this demonic succubus

And as the stroke of midnight neared, October thirty-first,
She confirmed our tryst indeed was evil and accursed
   She said to me as I was lying broken, in a heap,
   “In your seed is life, and, if I take it, I shall keep
   And you will journey with me as I go back to the deep
   But if you can hold it in then you will waken from your sleep...”
And then I felt her hand upon me--firm, voluptuous!
A newfound pleasure-stroke from this determined succubus  

I pulled against all my restraints, the leather was too strong
The way she stimulated now, I couldn’t last too long
   I closed my eyes, but still I sensed the red, erotic room
   The incense filled my nostrils, and I heard the sultry tune
   Of her raspy voice cajoling as my head went in a swoon--
   Just moments from the ecstasy that prefaced my sure doom
I couldn’t stop the surging tide, the too familiar rush...
The start of an orgasm with this damning succubus!

In horror I let out a loud and most disturbing scream
As if a cry of terror could contain the flow of cream--
   To my surprise the succubus just vanished from the bed!
   My loins were hard and ready, but no spilling from the head
   The leather cuffs no longer there, my hands were free instead!
   I breathed a heavy sigh and felt my dissipating dread
Somehow my scream had woke me--my tormenter turned to dust
And I was finally free from that beguiling succubus

Then as my nightmare ended, and my heart began to rest
With night-sweat in my dampened hair, a hand went on my chest
   My wife was there, she looked at me, asked, “Baby, you all right?”
   I stared at her; her black nightgown was clinging rather tight
   Casually, she continued, “I had such strange dreams last night...”
   And then her next words stunned me, so my face turned pale and white
She leaned toward me, with wry, sly grin, and said, “Good news for us!
Last evening I was tutored by a lovely succubus!”