... aber ich poste es trotzdem mal. Hoffe es stört sich niemand übermäßig daran.
license to thrill
if only you knew
how beautiful you look
tied immobile to that chair
your pretty face distorted
by the scold’s bridle
and the leather blindfold
holding your head
high and proud,
not because you want to,
but because of the 3” collar
that i put around your neck.
breathless and trembling
you sit and wait
for me to make a move
but
not yet, my dear —
you can’t even hear
the compliments i’m making
for i made you plug your ears
first thing when you said
you wanted to try
complete sensory deprivation
now you got more than you
probably bargained for
sitting here deaf and blind,
unable to move or talk.
i promised you i wouldn’t
violate your limits
but can you really be sure?
right now you are mine,
all mine, and you couldn’t
do a thing to stop me
in a while, when i will
finally start touching you
all you will do is moan
and slowly your frustration
will melt away and be replaced
with desire and lust
until you forget yourself,
just living for the moment
and the sensations that i give you
but
not yet, my dear,
not yet . . .
Gruß,
Chris (der gerade feststellt wie schnell 12 Jahre vergangen sind ).