Torture

May fantasies are wild, my desires so bold,
A craving for torment, to be controlled.
Yearning to feel humiliation's sting,
In simple words, the pain I wish to bring.

Pull my breasts free, for all to see,
Whispering that they'll dampen, undoubtedly.
Allow them to grope as tears cascade,
No escape, tightly held, in their raid.

Dressed in a top, so minuscule in size,
Displaying my breasts, legs bare, no disguise.
For anyone's pleasure, I'm made to be shown,
Bend and spread, this body now owned.

Grant strangers scissors, my shirt they defile,
Exposing my nipples with devilish guile.
My skirt, too, they cut to reveal,
No hiding my secrets, no conceal.

A stranger's knee, where I'll bend and obey,
Spanked and restrained, as hands find their way.
His fingers, they tap, on my yearning domain,
While aching and sobbing, I endure the pain.

A public spectacle, a weeping mess,
Thrust to the ground, with no moment to rest.
Arched and exposed for all eyes to behold,
Hands reach back, spreading stories untold.

The crowd gathers, their gazes unblinking,
Witnessing a girl and the bottle she's sinking.
My rear entrance, invaded with might,
A scene that shocks, a curious sight.

In the park, tied to a bench, legs so wide,
A group of men with toys, to tease and deride.
They torment my pearl but deny my release,
Keeping me yearning, pleasure's decease.

All the while, reminding me why,
My beauty's to blame, as their acts defy.
My neediness, they claim, justifies their play,
Leaving me exposed, in tears I'll stay.