Rope wound nice and tight
Friction builds making it bite
Kissing skins purple tones,
Powerless she softly moans.

Rope tightens around throat.
Mind begins to gently float,
Fire burns fiercely deep inside,
Wanton slave girl tightly tied.

Hungry for her Masters touch
Yearning for Him oh so much!
Taunting, teasing, tugging rope
Strong hands fondle and grope.

His voice is full of Control
And penetrates her soul.
He whispers, you are Mine
Sending shivers down her spine


By wenchiegirl 13/02/2017