The Weighting

I'm a bondage fanatic as my best girlfriend knows.
When ropes are around me, my deep passion grows.
But restriction is only a part of our game
Where pleasure and pain are one and the same.

Though she hates me to do it, sometimes I will bind me
And helplessly wait as she comes home to find me.
It's these sessions I adore when her punishment is strict,
I really get off on the pain she'll inflict.

But I've roped myself up and now here I wait.
The rope through my cunt makes my hips undulate.
This hogtie I'm in was quite hard to complete
But I finally did tie my wrists to my feet.

It's been several hours, she should be home soon,
Through the living room window shines the rising full moon.
I hear the key in the lock and she comes through the door,
Her black spiked high heels click along the hard floor.

I turn toward the sound to get a look at her face,
The fire in her eyes makes my heart start to race.
She tests all the knots and seems satisfied
That I will not escape, all ropes tightly tied.

Without a word to the bedroom she goes.
I listen to the sounds as she changes her clothes.
It seems a long time before she comes back.
For building suspense she sure has the knack.

She's dressed in black leather from her head to her toes,
Not an inch of her soft, smooth, silky skin shows.
Spike-heeled, laced boots make her stand six feet tall.
She's confident and sure on those heels; she won't fall.

A skin tight body suit with zippers all around
Not a wrinkle or crease in the leather can be found.
Shoulder length gloves of kid hide her hands.
Holding them up are two silver arm bands.

A full discipline hood, behind laced up tight.
Her blonde ponytail a contrasting sight.
The line of her jaw shows the gag is in place.
Her burning dark eyes are what I see of her face.

By my ankles she pulls me, I'm dragged 'cross the floor
To our "playroom" where I'll find out just what's in store.
Two pulleys in the ceiling are spread wide apart,
With a rope strung through each, she's ready to start.

The hogtie's released, then my wrists are untied.
She quickly straps on the cuffs of firm hide.
I'm pulled up to stand with my ankles still roped.
Suspended? Oh, boy! This is more than I hoped!

The ropes from the ceiling are tied to each cuff,
Then my arms are stretched up, she's being quite rough.
But my feet are still flat on the floor when she's done.
Anticipation makes my hot juices run.

She unties my ankles and more cuffs are applied.
A rope tied to each then she spreads my legs wide.
They're pulled out so tight my thighs burn with strain.
She pulls my arms higher and my body's wracked with pain.

Now I stand on my toes, each limb like taut wire,
She puts her hand on my crotch and I fill with desire.
She releases the crotch tie, my cunt is set free,
With her glove-clad left hand she finger-fucks me.

She works on my pussy but before I can come
She pulls out her finger, leaving me numb.
And now is the time when real torment begins;
When I'm chastised and made to pay for my sins.

Six small metal C-clamps she takes from a bag
And I muffle a protest 'round the large red ball gag.
Three clamps harshly tightened on each o' my cunt lips,
The pain makes me buck and undulate my hips.

Then she takes out the weights, fixed to each a small chain
Which she hooks to the clamps. Can my lips bear the strain?
Six weights are now dangling, suspended 'bove the floor.
My lips are stretched down by six inches or more.

She gives all the weights a pendulous push
And cracks her stiff crop across my soft tush.
My legs are weakened and buckle 'neath the pain
As her crop strikes its mark, again and again.

Then she stops the harsh whipping and comes 'round in front
To shove the knob of the crop deep into my cunt.
Orgasm o'ertakes me with the pain and the pleasure.
Tormenting sessions with her I do treasure.