Tight Purple Sack

My Mistress rules me with a firm and strict hand.
I wear her tattoo and a silver arm band.
She keeps me tied up for I love her tight ropes,
A strict hogtie, suspension, these are my hopes.

She's dressed me in stockings, garter and heels;
The garb of a woman, I love how it feels.
The heels push me up, make me stand on my toes.
My thighs rub together, feel the silk of the hose.

The pain and the pleasure are what I desire,
The ropes burn and ignite my innermost fire.
I wonder with delight what position she'll select,
My body's aquiver, my penis erect.

The ropes wrap around my waist, nice and tight,
Then down through my crotch, up my crack, out of sight.
She ties it off 'round my waist with a cinch,
It rubs at my flesh, the pain makes me flinch.

My elbows are roped, touched together behind me.
If she touches my cock now, I know that she'll find me
Wet with desire and stiff with my need.
Will she let me release my salty, hot seed?

My hands are pulled forward, my wrists tied in front,
The strain is enormous, forearms bear the brunt.
My knees and ankles are then tightly roped,
She's being more strict than ever I hoped.

A rope from the ceiling is tied nice and neat
'Round the ropes on my elbows so I stay on my feet.
My ankles are roped to a ring in the floor.
There will be no movement for me anymore.

My body constricted, now my mind must be bound,
Cotton in my ears shuts out every sound.
Her juice ladened panties in mouth, then tape
Seals my lips so no noise will escape.

A black leather hood is laced tight 'round my head.
Deprived of my senses my mind starts to dread,
What will she do? What is her plan?
Will she make a slave woman out of her man?

She pinches my nipples, twists them and pulls,
They're clamped and weighted, but she won't break the rules.
Sometimes she'll push it, but she knows what's the limit,
I can trust her and I like going beyond, just a li'l bit.

Tying up my cock is a favorite of ours:
She likes it tight, I like it to last hours.
She squeezes my hard on, she wants me to lose it.
Then into her mouth where she bites it and chews it.

The cord goes around, very tight 'neath the head.
I can feel the knob swell, it must be deep red.
Up over the top the cord splits me in two,
'Neath the head once again, now it turns blue.

Crisscrossing the cord o'er the sides she does wrap it.
The cord sinks in deep; with a knot she does trap it.
She pulls the skin up, the head is pushed down
Until no sign of my cock can be foun'.

The skin 'round my balls is pulled taut o'er the sight
Where my cock used to be, then the cord's circled tight.
She wraps and wraps the cord 'round the sack,
For exotic cock torture, she sure has the knack.

She knots the thin cord, very tight 'round the base.
I envision the look of delight on her face
'Cause I know that she sees my erection returning,
It strains 'gainst the bonds, the cord is now burning.

The sack now is purple, the skin very taut,
My hard on is looking for space, but for naught.
Through the skin her thumb rubs the head of my cock
She's pushing me onward, I'm hard as a rock.

I feel her climb on me, her legs 'round my back
And she rubs her wet pussy on my tight, purple sack.
The wet is not quenching, it sets me on fire
And pushes my level of need even higher.

She rubs faster and harder 'til the skin is turned raw,
Then she scratches my back with her nails like a claw.
She's wild with orgasm, fire burns in her clit.
She rides with abandon in the throes of a fit.

Her hands grab the clamps on my nipples for reins
And the pain shoots directly to my cock as it strains
To free itself from the constricting ties
And impale the wet hole between her smooth thighs.

My climax is here, she's allowed me to come!
My cock throbs and pounds with the beat of a drum.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" I scream through the gag.
Held by my bonds, my limp body does sag.

She climbs off her mount and takes off the hood,
Unplugs my ears and says "You were good!"
She kneels down before me, licks her juice from my sack
And quickly my raging erection comes back.

She cleans the juice from the purple, raw flesh
'Til it meets her inspection, shiny and fresh.
I can feel my bound cock straining inside
And hope she'll climb on for another wild ride.

But she walks toward the door, says "I'm taking a shower.
Wait here and I might be back in an hour."
A muffled exclaim is my frantic reply
As she steps through the door waving bye-bye.

So here I am with my cock all in knots,
Alone save my bondage, erection and thoughts.
Will she come back? That's the thought of the day.
Please hurry, hurry, I'm anxious to play.