“The Session”, An erotic poem

For this entry I have the pleasure of sharing a poem submitted by one of this blogs readers. With her permission I have posted the poem which will follow. As I am a big fan of mental bondage/conditioning this poem resonates with me.

 

Your command lifts me to my feet.
Your request has my clothes floating to the floor. 
I tremble, my nipples harden, my hair caresses my back. 
I feel your strength as you grip my throat and pull me near. 
You ask  “Who do you belong to?” 
“You Sir and you alone.” 
Your left hand caresses my breast as you ask me again. 
I gasp as you pull and twist my nipple. 
“I belong to you Sir” 
I shudder as you pinch and twist. 
“I am yours to do with as you please Sir”  I am pushed to my knees. I know my place
“Yes Sir” 
“Beg then.”
“Please Sir let me cum” I plead over and over. 
“Who are you?” 
“Your cum eating slut Sir”
“Who do you belong to?
“You Sir, only you.”
“Cum now little slut” 
My toes curl, my pussy spasms, I squeal and shake.

The best orgasms are always the commanded ones

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