kitty the naughty poet

Chair games

Handcuffed wrists sing of freedom 

as the blindfold is placed over her eyes taking sight, 

he was in charge tonight,

the basque around her chest was tight, constricting breath,

 just like she wanted, 

two fine legs open wide, 

tied to the chair by her ankle, 

a leather pleated skirt barely covering her modesty, 

He strode around her with muscles bulging and hair up high, 

wondering what he could do that night? His kitten was ready to play, 

begging and pleading to be punishment, pouting, each lip a mountain of desire 

his lips twitch with a grin, 

especially when he put his finger in …….

 

…... her mouth ……

 

Get your mind out of the gutter……

……... that will cum later ……..