“Oh, go on”, she said, “I’ve made preparations.
I’ve bought the supplies, I have high expectations.”
She handed me then a thick coil of rope,
A pair of sharp scissors; her eyes full of hope.
It was clear what she meant, with her hints and suggestions,
No room for a doubt, no hint of a question.
She wanted to play being tied up and bound
And used as a fuck toy and screwed up and down.
I took the black rope and tried it for size.
Its softness surprised me. And now to baptise
Her limbs with some knots of incredible strength;
To bind her with pretty designs – and at length.
I started quite cleverly, tying her wrists.
Then moved up her arms with a tease and a twist.
She wriggled a little and then she was still.
She found the restriction a beautiful thrill.
I was slow and methodical tying the cord.
I was neat and I found that the more I explored,
The more I aroused myself, seeing her there.
The patterns I wove made her torso more bare.
I tied up her ankles and then in a flash,
I hog-tied my woman, exposing her ass.
She moaned as I fingered her, asked me for more.
She gasped as I pushed myself deep in her core.
“Oh Rachel”, I cried, as I entered her cunt.
“You’re mine now, I’ll take you” – I started to grunt.
What more could I ask? What kinky desire
Would satisfy this. Oh, I know – barbed wire!