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Click herei am your slave...
abject...
an object...
bound for your pleasure...
i crave the pain of your discipline...
bite me
spank me
slap me
mark me with hot wax...
whip me until i scream in pain and humiliation...
your slave awaits your pleasure...
i lie open
vulnerable
spread...
ashamed of my wetness...
my back door welcomes you...
a secret forbidden path into my soul...
Pictures seem good, not the poem. The way her body twisted shows the feminine curve and fruitful butt.
yes, cuffed behind your back is a good position for you to remind you of your place of subservience. you are a vessel, an instrument, waiting to be instructed. kneel
Seeing something as vulnerable as her tempts the willpower. The urges to overcome while deciding which morsel to pick first is as sweet as the first taste of cool water on a parched throat. Looking for that first quiver as I feel the smoothness of tender flesh. Makes me wish you were closer.
An admirable combination of good poetry and appropriate photography.
Love the prose and absolutely overcome with desire over the great nipple! Perfect body
Are they really of you? Or are you, the writer, in fact, the husband of this delightful wife? I suspect that is really the case-- but it doesn't matter-- the poem and photos were beautiful and soulful-- thank you
I notice how hard your nipples are from being used this way. You deserve to be used more and made to squirm till you beg to cum.