The attic

As Your eyes perused the room, they stopped on a cross beam

and as You pointed up to it, You thought that would seem

a good place to put the hardware, to allow You to attach

my arms raised up in leather cuffs that are a perfect match

and to be bound right there, as You have Your way

and do what You want to my body, with the games we play

So i screwed the eye bolts, into the beam til they were all set

and then the link that will lock me up, until You decide to let

Your slave go free to do Your bidding, whatever that may be

but my cock was hard as i pictured in my mind i could clearly see

me bound to the beam naked as could be, and my ass nice and red

as You whipped it good...for not doing exactly as You done said...

And then used a strap-on fucked my ass as i there stood

i had no choice with my arms cuffed You surely could

have Your way with Your man, whose soul is all Yours

in addition to his body, which Your hand then explores

and rubs my cock as You say, that i'm not allowed to cum

and Your finger massages my prostate, inserted in my bum...

The milk it flows out, of my cock which is rock hard

and Your hands expertly, gather it as they were on guard

and with Your palm filled, with my semen nice and white

every drop You make me lick, as I'm resigned to my plight

Through the night You have Your way, with a smile on Your face

to the point where You tell me, that this is now You favorite place...

The attic