The Black Dress
There's no night after sunset,
no absence of light
or of voices, orders, inspirations
that draw you to my worship.
There's darkness only
in the blackness of your elegant dress,
oozing desire out of every line, curve, shadow,
absolute in its grip on your hips
and arse. That cock-starved arse
is due for another spanking...
isn't that what you begged for
on the phone?
But your worship has been erratic,
your weak words have been rejected.
You need to be punished,
deprived of your usual fare.
Your fuckholes, deformed by emptiness,
by desire....How much do you think
I'd get if I whore you out tonight
or tomorrow as your husband
drives to work, a couple of lads
will be driving their hard cocks
deep into your wet cunt, you filthy fucktoy.
Then, and only then, will your dress
be ready for wearing again.
Then, and only then will my bare hand
consider spanking your married arse
till you're screaming that I'm your All,
your Everything. You, my faithful toy.