Dec 08, 2006 19:32
I am tied
restrained
bound with leather straps.
If I struggle
they get tighter
and bite me harder.
I would beg
plead
whine
and offer devotions
if I could
(the gag in my mouth
allows only
high
pitched
whimpers)
because the only physical contact
between me
and the object of my undying worship
is a single fingertip
upon my clit.
poetry