~¤~DEMON'S KISSES~¤~
Demon's kiss, you bring a fantasy of rare petals
Plucked from the meadow, in each and every season
~¤~Going Home~¤~
And as they fade, you give me every reason,
through proud submission renewed and freshly settled;
Warning: These verses include explicit innuendo that may offend. This page is age/content rated under Safe Surf.
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Click the demon's lips to kiss
to the top of the index
~¤~Beauty held in place~¤~
Beauty held in place -
by tightly coiled scarves -
around her wrists;
Heavenly in lace,
wrapped around her calves,
tied by hirsute fists.
Carefully annoint -
eyes closed in dreams - with tears,
that leave her shaking;
Legs spread to a point,
where harsher knots will endear,
without ever waking.
Tremble to the last,
drawing down indulgent flesh,
sleep holds its embrace;
Palpitating fast -
The heart's desire expressed -
Beauty held in place.
Deep inside your body, in the solitude of your mind,
the happy, purring kitten plays its games;
Hide the glowing embers, he would hope to set alight,
Your eyes will soon shine brightly in his flame.
He can ignite the passion, fuelled by indiscretion,
Observing how you writhe out of control;
Wild instincts so brazen, you enter his dimension,
Naturally you will fulfil your role.
Satiated pleasure slave, captive in his proud domain,
Rest languid as you complete your daily tasks,
Slide on the silken chains that insidiously restrain,
As you find your velvet place and drop the mask
In this idealised world you need make no hard decisions,
Your savage urges tamed by calming peace,
Don't tease, hide your derision, be adored with quiet precision,
As you relax, enjoy the ravage and release.
~¤~Knowing~¤~
Your Master knows the real truth
Harsh chains alone won't bind;
Aware that if he let you loose,
Come morning he would find
His naked slave girl sleeping sound
Unquestioning, adored,
He's certain that you would be found
Awaiting your reward.
Shake cobwebs from your adled brain,
Come embers kindle fire,
You'll soon perform for him again,
Creative and inspired
To kneel before him, wide awake,
Your shining eyes alert,
For varied forms that pleasure takes
As he beholds you pert.
Lift up your arms to touch his pecs
Caress those shoulders broad,
Exhalations from a powerful chest,
Won't interupt your tour
Those sinews firm and rugged flesh,
Muscles put well to use,
With skin to tone and to refresh,
Your Master knows the real truth.
~¤~ And So My Dear~¤~
And so, my dear, what should Master allow?
So many things he might permit right now;
Had you as great a vice as you profess,
He'd have you soundly whipped and not caressed;
Choose instruments and he may chastise,
Flaying the lovely, hid from blindfold eyes.
The keenest aim brings in astute designs,
the gag stills wails, cries and griping whines;
The child within your flesh needs harsh control,
He only seeks obedience in your role;
Collared you are his, to leash and hold,
To burnish well the flanks lest you grow bold.
Dragged roughly all across the flagstone floor
Your hair dishevelled, gripped within his paw;
You'd not seek release even as you're chained,
His rule embodied by heaviest bonds again;
Empowered thus to play the household slattern,
Within his Mastery lies a certain pattern.
So kneel there ever patient, never ingrate,
His penetrating force for you awaits;
Yield to licencious whims that he affords,
Satisfy unusual needs and find rewards;
You are his pleasure pet for ever now
And so, my dear, what should Master allow?
~¤~Slow Moving Confusion~¤~
There's a slow-moving confusion,
An empty leash held in hand,
There's a lack of indication,
Of the submissive's secret plans.
There's no cause for him to find her,
Or let absence build regrets,
When he hastens there online,
There's a marked absence of pets.
But life goes on. The wheel goes round.
The Master muse. The submissive are found.
Some day your screen name will come around.
That old conscience keeps saying
There's wisdom round the bend
And anxieties in the corner
Will not turn out as portends.
She might consider well her absence,
Til her eyes light up the screen,
And the slow-moving confusion
Might drift slowly into dreams.
~¤~ Gifted~¤~
The gift that she makes
Is all that she owns,
The treasures she offers
in bliss;
The surrender she gifts
Of her body and mind
Is the Master's, the Owner's
And his.
Taken from deepest sleep
To a misty dream world,
Bending slow to intrigues,
At the knee;
There is wistful space,
At the heart of his poise
With elan she discovers
His key.
Overcome subtle blocks,
Confront thoughts in her head
Seek out paths to the place
she prefers;
The tranquil peace there,
In the midst of control,
Is the pet's, the submissive's
and hers.
~¤~ Demon's Kiss~¤~
Demon's kiss, you bring a fantasy of rare petals
Plucked from the meadow, in each and every season
And as they fade, you give me every reason,
through proud submission renewed and freshly settled;
To enhance these develish lips, your secret self,
I offer thoughts held here for you alone,
And stirring thus your mind, as I condone
Imagined beds and bowers - our shared wealth.
I could build a floating castle here with ease,
And wed you to harsh suffering in its halls,
Here's a limit! Override it! Don't be fooled,
I'll keep you and your petals better pleased.
I will instruct your eyes to keep their several hues,
Telling your rooted mouth, all the demon's kiss embues.
Click the demon's lips
to kiss the top of the index
~¤~Morning Treat~¤~
A Morning treat spreads secreted juice,
Across every pillow case and sheet;
Once you're awakened, prepared for use,
Kneeling tethered, suckling his feet.
How can He tell you of the need,
Last night each time you came to rest;
Unbidden, as He spread his seed,
Around your lips, across your breast.
Could one ever forget your loving face,
Spattered with that seminal pleasure,
The tongue that licked away each trace
Good-humouredly enjoyed that treasure,
And steadied now, crimson lips part,
Released to devour much firmer meat,
The virile tissue stands and starts,
Partaking of this, your morning treat.
Treated thus and laved with come,
Remember there is still further bliss,
Let hardness melt when he is done,
And let your mouth be filled with piss.
Swallow pet, the golden liqueur,
Let rivulets dribble from your lip,
Fingers manipulate you quicker.
Permitted to take a further trip.
He gazes fondly at your curved form,
Turning exotically on a digit's whim,
Your self-possession is not subborned
Giving your all as you have to him
You've taken fluid, sated demands,
Contented your Master - so replete,
The pet has yielded to his commands,
Come now creature, complete this treat.
~¤~Worship and Adore~¤~
Sperm on her breasts and in her tangled hair;
A trickle of seed down cheeks; watch those slow drips,
On tip of tongue, to brush pouting, red lips,
The residue of come answers her prayer,
The bitter sweetness of the necklace rare,
Witholding succour from between her hips,
Until downwards translucent liquid slips
Residual traces stain her body fair.
Is there enough below the slattern's waist?
Or must she use her hand to draw out more,
Across her mons, once gushing flows lose haste,
And all her sex demands, she can't ignore:
The pet must stoop again and seek the taste,
Of Master's cock: so worship and adore.
~¤~Observed~¤~
If one could but observe her while she's apanked:
One might define the reason for her thanks,
The dewy tears that gather on her cheeks;
Her breath exhaling fast, she cannot speak
Through his belabouring hand, her pleasure grows,
Bearing his palm with patience, this pet knows:
To reach a spinning wonderment of pain,
Time after time, takes blows over again:
Because of that enduring spirit of hers
The fire that stirs within her, as she demurs,
Burns much more clearly. Yet she would have hollered,
Had she been stripped and beaten and not collared.
She turns her pretty head, sheer delight leaves her blind,
Observed - a joyous vision of submission thus defined.
~¤~Taking Stock~¤~
Submissive wench with well bowed head,
Kneeling naked with lowered eyes,
Sticky palms clenched between her thighs
That soon her Master's bound to spread;
Her Owner's prick proudly inclined,
Watched by his pet, her drowsy Sir,
Clasps a bulbous head aroused by her,
Muddled thoughts won't cloud his mind;
As in a mist, he pulls at her leash,
She rises , obedient, to his command,
Her erect breasts - his pleasure land,
All curved and ready to give relief.
A cleavage offered might be caressed,
Oscillating vigour and flesh malleable,
Engorged excitement, nestling valuables,
A member squeezed against her breasts;
Yet the girl has been well warned,
Come won't grace her proffered chest,
A far warmer haven is to be blessed,
Master's pleasure won't be subborned:
Until moistened lips suck cock firm,
Into that yielding,obliging throat,
A lapping tongue, inner cheeks to coat,
She will take stock of viscose sperm.
~¤~Needs~¤~
Submission needs self-fulfilment and nothing more.
But if you will submit craving still other needs,
Then, let these needs be your remembered law:
Melt in the owner's arms like the first snow,
Precipitant where all others fear to go.
Know the resonant pain of that tendered palm,
Realising each strike brings you no harm.
Never be wounded by the owner's remonstration;
Bleed joyfully at every uttered imprecation.
Wake at misty dawn leashed to another's limbs
Thankful for submission to their many whims.
Relax at the noon hour when you calmly meditate,
The agonising ecstasy you'll never deprecate.
Return where you belong as dark night descends,
Aware of meticulous order you'd always commend.
Ensure heart and mind are readied for the morrow,
When you sleep naked but for these several needs,
Collared to self-fulfilment averting every sorrow.
~¤~Always a beginning~¤~
The Master dive is the one she'll follow
Finding pleasure where others hesitate,
Plunging for that treasured morrow
For stark learning is her fate.
Anxiety alone will not keep her afloat
Standing in a surf whitened shallow,
Tides will wane, waxing moons devote,
Empowered beam to flay her sorrow.
Light and love, submission in strength,
Thought and hope in the ailing sun,
Swim through deep waters, be content,
Self-enlightenment has begun.
~¤~Which secret was more misty?~¤~
Young Lady recollect you were secured,
Arms tied behind for repose in his bounds,
Stilled by the tightest cords you could endure,
Affirmed as his in these confined surrounds;
The shaking of your voice was well controlled,
Muffled by silken gags that he contrived.
From underwear laconically unrolled,
Down the well spread eagerness of your thighs;
Your naked body glowed for him and shone,
Lying silenced beneath his hungry gaze;
You trembled on that remembered morn,
When first he bound and whipped you in the haze.
At break of day, young lady, inducements will suborn,
Which secret was more misty - your glazed eyes or the dawn?
~¤~He needs you, pet, to understand~¤~
He needs you, pet, to understand,
Before you come tonight,
The harshest, barking reprimand,
Will lead you to delight.
Your mouth bruised by a wicked smile,
His ego by your giggle,
Your bottom unveiled, in a while,
The sting will make you wriggle.
Apparent indifference might deride,
The leisurely inaugural slap,
Your heart is lost, so save your pride,
Revealed across his lap.
He needs you, pet, to understand,
Before this spanking's finished,
Despite the rising nether pain,
His love is not diminished.
Your skirt is raised around your waist,
Your panties round your knees,
Such undergarments aren't to your taste,
But would your Master please.
A dainty blush rises to your face,
The tears sing in your eyes,
The breath is stolen, as is all grace,
When Master whips your thighs.
He needs you, pet, to understand,
Despite all that has passed,
He loves you more than love itself,
For Master owns your arse.
~¤~Quite Simply~¤~
His pet, quite simply, has sun-coloured sins
She's learnt discretion with intuitive pleas,
Knowing how her Master's pleasure begins,
She is an owned pet, right down on her knees,
At the owner's instruction renaissance dawns
Bound tight in the eye of his nascent storm
Her lips, devoured, taste of exotic fruit
Caressing his tongue, passion controlled;
She will kiss steadily at her Master's suit,
She's half-submissive and she's half-bold;
She has known many men and many more fools,
Her heart is her Master's, she's his jewel.
She tumbles redolent of a purring kitten,
She has the divinity of feline grace,
Obeying her Master, doing as she's bidden
His silken creature in her improper place;
Fetching possession, though uncertain, yet,
Sun coloured sinner, quite simply, his pet.
~¤~Be as he'd know you~¤~
They've told you once too often to reform
Blinding turpitude wrapped round your head;
Don't seek to understand or to conform,
Reject each cruel surrender and instead:
Be as he'd know you.
Become controller of your own emotions.
Allow cunning discretion to entice,
The sanguine blush of fast flowing devotion,
Renewing pride with this constant advice:
Be as he'd know you.
~¤~Sink down ~¤~
On Master's behalf, most distracted creature,
His will writ deeply across your every feature,
Smiling with pleasure as his demands reach you.
Sink down on your knees. He may yet teach you.
Intentions are controlled, steadfast as a still rock,
His leather belt holds the key to your chained lock,
Clouded by a reverie at the sound of his knock,
Sink down on your knees. Await the aftershock
Tied, restrained, bonded, intrinsically alone
Under such rigour you surely need to atone,
He requires far more than a judicious moan.
Sink down on your knees. Hear the Master intone.
The Master provides blindfolds, gags and toys,
Whispered insinuations delay lascivious noise,
The beating heart pulsates at his lacerating voice,
Sink down on your knees. It is your only choice.
~¤~Communing with Thorn Bushes~¤~
Shiver, collared Beauty, perceived as you commune,
With distant tangled bushes at breaking dawn,
Cutting a switch from birch or yew or thorn,
Come kiss his glove and then the wood you've hewn;
Equip the Master since he would importune,
Bent and well bared flanks, sweetly suborned,
By nature's bouquet gathered on this morn,
That permit's Beauty, chastised, to yield a dewy swoon.