Where's Dad?

Our son was playing, down in the den
"Where's dad?", he said, there and then
his Mommy replied, "He's busy right now...
he's all tied up, he'll play later" She does vow
Unbeknownst to him, up in the bedroom
tied tight to the bed, was Mommy's groom...

An hour had past, since he was tied
and left to ponder, why he was denied
orgasms for weeks, would it ever end?
and on occasion, a message She'd send...
leaving him under hood, dark as night...
candles burning. couldn't see the light...

She'd come and She'd pour, wax liquid hot
on his cock or nipples, as part of Her plot
or ride the dildo, sticking out of his mouth
just for a few minutes, before heading south
down the stairs to our son, playing with toys
and watching TV, while She had pleasant joys...

She left him up there, for most of the day
where he stay tied, not a word able to say
not with the gag stuck, between his lips
which his Queen used between Her two hips
to ride to orgasms, that made Her shake
and over Her slave, Her claim did stake...

She finally freed him, in the afternoon
"Draw Me a bath, now slave and soon!...
then go play with our boy, keep him occupied
while I enjoy a soaking, until the other side
of six o'clock when I will expect to dine...
on a gourmet dinner, and a good bottle of wine!