Be My Fantasy (A BDSM Poem)

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'.

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