Seven days of bondage - Day 6

Today he restrains me
With cuffs to the door
My arms in the air
Feet spread on the floor

First the blind fold
He carefully placed
He has to have me
in the right space

A ball gag next
A wicked device
I really hate it
For it suppresses my cries

It makes me dribble
Just like a child
My Master loves it
Drives him wild

When I’m securely
Tied and chained
He starts to call me
His favourite names

I’m his whore,
his bitch, his tramp
his wicked words
Making me damp

With strikes from the paddle
And blows from the cane
I’m back in
That space again

The belt comes next
All over my back
The delicious strikes
A wondrous attack

The patterns building
And deepening red
I want him to take me
To our bed

But now my Master
has other plans
As his devoted sub
I’ll meet his demands

He plunges his finger
Into my depth
By this stage
I’m rather wet

Now spreading my cheeks
He probes once more
Once again
I am his whore

He whispers now
Today’s the day
I take my pet
In a different way

Inserting a plug
In my virgin hole
Preparing it well
For that’s his goal

The vibrating plug
Makes me moan
Master now hard
I hear him groan

Unleashing me now
To turn me round
I get on all fours
On the ground

The plug comes out
He plunges in
As he commits
This age old sin

Grabbing my hair
I feel him deep
The hurting subsides
With increasing heat

I never felt
So full before
Yet from my Master
I know there’s more