Turnabout is Fair Play

I am completely still
As you spread my legs and make it to where I can not move
I am surprised by this because usually I was the dominate one
But it seems that as you put a spreader bar between my legs you are in your groove
I watch silently as you grab my hands and pull at them quite rough
You tie my hands together and above my head
With a rope,whose texture is quite tough
You smile at me as I start to question you
And bring a ball gag from around your back
I buck my body at you but you merely slip the ball between my teeth
Then go get strappings in order to hold me back
And tell me that I will never again try a stunt like that

I stare at you as you move away,arching my back to allow my eyes to follow you as you go
As you walk back to me I see in your hands a black plastic bag
And I am able to wonder briefly if you have been to Fantasy Land
I feel the bed move as you sit down on the side
I narrow my eyes at you as I watch you look over my body with an expression that is seems snide
I watch as you slowly remove different items and I know that you are going to use them all on me
That you plan on using all of those toys on me,only stopping just before I bleed
And deep inside me I am surprised to find,that I am turned on by this,this man of mine
A bag rattles and suddenly you are slipping a toy between my leg,strapping it to me
So that it turns me into mush,but you won't let me cum no matter how much I moan
You just look at me,like you are set above,a master of all things,especially me
I find I love the feel of being degraded,violated,and abused

On and on the night seems to go as you toy with my body and demand no noise slip
From around the rubber ball that keeps a great distance between my parted lips
You toy with me and tease,running your hands all over my body
When the slightest of sounds escapes me,you slap my ass and tell me I have been naughty
At first I am afraid as you introduce me to one of your favorite things,a straitjacket
But you just smile and tell me to hush,the way you are treating me causes a slight gush
Next you introduce me to a hood,the strictest of them all,made of buckles and leather
You finally slip around the bar and between my legs until our bodies are pressed close together
I breath in the scent of leather as you take me as if my thoughts don't matter
Which is actually a fact that only causes me to get wetter and wetter
Afterwards you release me and tell to clean our mess,at first I am slow until you say 'Faster'
I look over my shoulder at you say 'okay' until you glare and say 'what...?' then I say 'Yes,Master.'