Playtime Haiku [M/F] [Bondage]

*Still a feminist,*

*even bound and spread eagle.*

*I spoke my consent.*

*A profound master,*

*He stirs me to submission:*

*law of attraction.*

*Sir ties my blindfold–*

*In blackness I become still,*

*What is he up to?*

Princess Gets to Fly

Daddy is wise like nobody else. First he reads my body, from my sensitive ears to my inner labia. He stays kink-current; if there’s a new pleasure tool out there, he knows it and can operate it like a boss. He reads my feelings too. He saw me staring at those butterfly wings at the boutique and soon he’s tying them on me even though I didn’t ask for them. I thought I did not deserve to have them because I am not a perfect girl. He may have said the rhinestone tiara that I clutched was *junk* and to *forget it*. Later, when he crowns me with it after I pouted at him on the drive home, he beams at me and winks. You know what? I made it worth 1,000,000,000 dollars in Daddy’s eyes. If something goes wrong in our play and I cry…he lets me play alone if he thinks he’s the cause of my tears. He plays Vivaldi real loud in the other room or runs the power mower outside to let me know he’s still here for me if I need him.

Published
Categorized as Erotica