The Night with the Devil

"A poem about a night with a femdom devil"

I met the devil one day. How that happened, I can not say. She told me to wait in the living-room. I hurriedly followed her to the bedroom. She looked hot, she looked lavishing. In a red leather outfit, she...

“Stop struggling, you can’t get away.” It’s an understatement. I weigh less than half of what you weigh. You’re straddling my chest with my arms crossed over my head and my legs are fastened to the bedposts. For some reason...

Affirming

"A slave restrained"

 Affirming This is how it is. This is how we'll remember it. This is what we’ve always wanted. This is what we crave. You standing stock still, bare feet planted solidly on the floor, nothing binding you at all except your...