Women of Business, I'm sure you're aware
need to shrug off the strains of their day.
Eager for rest, kicking the weight from their chest
they deserve their respite of play.
The obstacles of occupation, the arduous pains of your job,
climbing the hierarchy of your profession,
creates tantrums and enemies and harsh words of scorn
yet I forgive all those rued transgressions.
Nobody realised your authority was a mask,
a bleak post you've foregone confessed.
But those in a role that compromises the soul
are affectionate and submissive at best.
Hungry and horny, I lie silent in wait
for your shadow to stand in my door.
Executive pressed, Secretarially dressed,
what hot-blooded man could want more.
Tall and proud, you stand there before me,
a weary smile tops your elegant posture.
Fingering the pleats from a neck crowned with silk,
for days on end I could watch her.
Feet past the door, your journey home ends,
breathless from the monotonous grind.
Your blazer undone, your blouse almost off,
A scene of play forms in my mind.
A slap to my jeans and a hand in my pocket,
reveals two ends of soft black cord.
Standing still, bold, yet your hands firmly bound
you're prepped to receive due reward.
Taking your face in my loving palms,
those once radiant cheeks glow proud.
My thumbs meet your lips while I inspect them for ways
that I'd fill with my cock if allowed.
Furious the spark between us doth simmer,
a rapturous feeling I know.
She murmurs a whisper, an order to kiss her,
but weakness I'm reluctant to show.
There you tease, your tongue ebbs near
and selfishly I ache for a feed.
You muster a sigh and I use this time
to rampantly invade with speed.
I bring my starving mouth to your pulsing lips,
cascading with flavour and taste.
You anticipate our oral slowdance to begin
but I curl and kiss with haste.
Exploring plenty, no stone left unturned,
my probing tongue turns every corner.
Your eyes wide shut, your heart beats quick
and your pussy gets progressively warmer.
You're far from the norm,
the ordinary and mundane,
and you become the mightiest creature
any master could dream to tame.
I will guide you and teach you,
I will chastise and heal you.
I will tease you and please you,
I may even pull your hair.
I will motivate you and animate you.
I will captivate you and satiate you.
I will thrill you and drill you
and all in the name of care.
I long to keep you talking
for I yearn to hear your voice,
yet I'll gag that sweet wet mouth of yours
If you swear or kick up noise.
I will brush your hair, I will cup your face,
I will kiss and suck your tongue.
If I bind you to your bed with scarves
there'll be silk on every rung.
Every nook of your being I will explore,
every hole and every inch,
I confide in you it is not pain I bring
while your nipples I begin to pinch.
Wide darkened circles of inviting flesh
grows numb with the punishment you ask.
As my fingers squeeze more, your mouth yaws forth
And deep from within you gasp.
Kneading and pulling your teats at their tips,
and caressing your cute pert mounds,
I gaze at their splendour at how endlessly tender
this angelic being I have found.
Entranced here and now, my intent never falters
yet your control is far too precious a gift.
I've been weakened before but your bra on the floor
brings my attention right back to your nips.
Two beautiful clamps of lambent brass
now adorn each swollen tender nub.
Your gleeful winces and deep begging eyes
tell that your pussy now needs her rub.
Bracing your frame, your soft pink curves,
my palms caress hues of delicate peach,
Travelling south with loving digits of intent,
for your pussy my fingers do reach.
Sifting through satin and a tight clenching tug,
doesn't cause quite adequate enough of a fight.
One finger, then two, and a firm thumb at the door
I finger furiously with all of my might.
Driving hungrily they rasp and pump,
my desire for you is clearly on show.
Eyeing your gaze, our connection ablaze
when suddenly your transparency flows.
Unadulterated fluid now shudders forth,
covering my paws with shiny allure.
Deeper I slip, many beats do I skip,
yet our bodies of sex crave more.
Not content with both organs engorged I spread your petals aside,
stretching and curving with surgical precision.
Between quivering thighs and shining sex I have discovered
my love, my vice, my addiction.
Taut at the wrist, your bondage holds fast,
Your cheeks fill with an air of desperation.
When will I fill your last ebbing need to release
this bottled up well of sensation.
You've been such a good girl today,
in fact almost as good as gold.
You've been adoring, obedient, not spoken out of turn,
but still, Master must fill that hole.
Creativity is an invaluable trait,
it rings very true in your moans.
Yet we've neighbours to think of and cussing to halt
so I think I shall muffle those tones.
A large quilted square of cotton I produce
with which you know I must chide you.
I scrunch it up softly and ever so lightly
stuff it ever so neatly inside you.
From out of the blue I swing into view
a leather buckled, shiny rubber ball.
Wrapping it round you to secure that pretty mouth,
I'm surprised as you gladly take it all.
Mouth-packed, ballgagged, bound at the wrists
and your nose left naked to breath,
you're eyes show desperation and your lungs heave high,
towards your loins I bend at the knee.
As a Dominant lover I'm strict and guiding
and honoured to show you your path.
Your destiny holding, your silence still golden
while I remove your silk neck scarf.
Too long now today I have let you sing,
but I think you've said quite enough.
Over ball and stuffing, this layer makes three
as I wrap white silk round your mouth.
Muffling, groaning, but smiling beautifully, still
your eyes keep my attention possessed.
Gazing up at this vixen of Servitude
gives me throbbing hard pains in my, err.....chest.
Sniffing insanely like a hound from hell
I bury my nose between your thighs.
Gnarling at your panties, tonguing for dear life
causes sweat-scented dew to arise.
Quivering and quaking, just about ready to drop,
signs of my passion seep forward.
Your panties ripped aside for my mouth to receive
what has had your pussy this angered.
Hard your body surges, feeling my tongue plunge deep,
curling and flicking with insatiable thirst.
I will not stop, my love, for you taste too good
and your blossom is soon to burst.
Shining so bright and gleaming white,
reflects kaleidoscopic colours so blurred.
The streams of cum that lace down your legs
create a notion that seems too absurd.
Shaken and gasping, heaving and panting,
I lie very still like a corpse.
This was not the night of passion my minions were meant for
so my face falls heavy with remorse.
Eyes wide open, my quilt in a mess
and my underwear wet thick like glue.
It happened yet again, my sexdream's at an end,
Believe me Babygirl.... I've been dreaming of 'you'.