An Experience

When first I saw you

lying there,

the strap so tight

about your hair,

I thought I might abandon you.

Your arms are drawn together, tight,

your struggles are quite feeble.

You pull and tug with all your might,

you mumble and you moan,

I turn to go, to leave you alone.

The rope entrapment holds you fast,

your wrists begin to swell.

Eyes blaze, wild and scared,

but freedom would be hell.

I stop, I turn and reapproach you.

Toes peep out from high heel shoes,

held tightly by the hemp

your legs would kick but cords hold fast

prevent each vain attempt.

I stare at you. I bind your feet to your hands.

This exquisite torture that you endure,

with each new binding you emplore,

that they be tighter than before,

at last you are secure.

I blindfold you.

And now alone, you moan, just a little.

That feeling builds inside you,

the fire, the pain, the pleasure.

Your tongue tastes the leather,

the ball will not move.

Breathing is not so easy,

with ropes about your chest.

Pulling taut when you inhale,

Caressing each pink breast.

Some time has passed and I return,

I find you bathed in sweat,

Arms are red, hands are blue,

I release you.

Sitting, Drinking, Talking,

feelings, emotions, women, men.

Recovering, you look with appealing eyes,

Please, do it again.....

---Drago