Real Estate Agent

- poem by Peter Loaf
- based on pics by insex.com

- supplied by the poet for use on SirJeff's Ponygirls website.
- do not use without the author's permission.




Showing a mansion, ten acre grounds
High walls surrounding, no city sounds
The clients wealthy
Her capture stealthy
Real estate agent, her heart it pounds



The road less taken, the vistas new
Shackled and collared, she’s left to stew
Caged tight and squatting
Panties she’s spotting
Real estate agent, hasn’t a clue



Hot wet and sweaty, needing to move
Caged tight and collared, trying to prove
Spiky high heel
What is the deal
Real estate agent, look of reprove



Deep in the dungeon, the clients rule
Resistance futile, she is no fool
Corset and collar
Six inches taller
Real estate agent, keeping her cool



Harnessed for training, freedom denied
Bottom stripe slicing, make her decide
Flutter kick wobble
Fetish shoe hobble
Real estate agent, ‘til ready ride



Bucket of hardware, clipped to her rings
Pussy lips stretching, the bippy stings
Mantra she’s chanting
Blushing and panting
Real estate agent, the passion springs



Tiptoes suspended, helpless and bare
Ruling class clients, pull up a chair
Pussy rings resting
The dildo questing
Real estate agent, ruling class lair



Back to the dragging, bucket of sand
Bippywhip urging, painful demand
In circles running
Training too cunning
Real estate agent, her mind expand



Breathing gets ragged, nipples tighten
Dildo demanding, gag ball bitin’
The clients undress
The final test
Real estate agent, for life fightin’



Real estate agent, high stepping pride
Ponygirl plaything, nothing denied
Master her Master
Faster and faster
Real estate agent, so tightly tied