Thursday, October 14, 2010

trails of Her journey

Smirking over
Blistering bottoms
& Smearing of crimson lips
He is but a object of mockery
With a deep devotion to please
So penchantly feminized
With pretty frilly pantees
Encasing a chastised weeping cock
He awaits anxiously ready for his Miztresss
Stern instruction
For that seering moment he catches Her eye
A slow smile licking over Her lips
As She searches for a trace of weakness
Not touching skin
But penetrating nerves
Pulling his fears to Her
The sensation quickly vanishing
As the first marks
Leaves trails of Her journey
Thru his body and mind
Futile he realises
Soon nothing will be hidden