His Dungeon Home

 Come inside he said, with a smile,
You’ve not been here for quite a while,
He had the body of an angel, a cherubs soft skin ,
But deep down inside, the devil was within,
As he opened the door, what did she see,
A little excited, she squealed with glee,
At the black leather outfits, the rubber and lace,
He said he wouldn’t hurt her, they’d go at her pace.

Rubber, leather, lace and latex,
Cuffs, restraints, whips and rope,
Sensual, sexual, gentle and loving,
Dominant, submissive and full of hope.

In the black and the dark, was a candles dull light,
Changing the daytime into the night,
Upon the walls hung whips, cuffs and chains,
All sorts of ropes and other restraints,
A bed with four posts, to tie her limbs to,
He laid her upon it, she knew what to do,
With black silken ties, and shackles he fixed,
Then with the softest of touch, he gently whips.

Rubber, leather, lace and latex,
Cuffs, restraints, whips and rope,
Sensual, sexual, gentle and loving,
Dominant, submissive and full of hope.

Frightened and nervous, but happy to let him,
Was it for pleasure, for lust or for sin,
He came to her, she could do nothing to stop,
To kiss and to please her, onto the bed he got,
Submissive she let him, as she laid there,
Totally naked, and totally bare,
In pure ecstasy she’d cry and moan,
So this is what its like to be in his home.

Rubber, leather, lace and latex,
Cuffs, restraints, whips and rope,
Sensual, sexual, gentle and loving,
Dominant, submissive and full of hope.