Marrakech

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of EmmaS

- do not use without the author's permission.


Marrakech market,
   ring in my nose
Led by my nipples,
   my naked pose
Whip welted body,
   my deadly foes
Sold as a pony,
   I never chose
   
Tourist trap snapping,
   taken at sea
Cruise ship delivered,
   a tidy fee
Bound in a barrel,
   never got free
Pirate tradition,
   gag muffled plea
   
Taken to island,
   dot on the map
Pony girl stables,
   a British chap
Training beginning,
   a leather strap
Two hour flogging,
   the cracker’s snap
   
Slave girls in training,
   under attack
Six weeks of breaking,
   my trainer black
Wind sprints and serving,
   tough keeping track
Resistance beaten,
   given no slack
   
Serving girl duties,
   mouth pussy bum
Pony girl pulling,
   my hoof beats drum
Helpless young woman,
   pony become
White slaver network,
   picking the plum
   
My welted body,
   speaks of my spunk
Arabic bidding,
   my chances sunk
A veil obscuring,
   lusty and drunk
A purse she’s throwing,
   lands with a thunk
   
Bill of sale signing,
   nipple leash tug
Taken to airport,
   wrapped in a rug
Loaded as cargo,
   snug as a bug
Sleepy-by dreaming,
   I think a drug
   
Rolling out carpet,
   pony girl home
Cottage in Hamptons,
   the grounds to roam
Broken glass topping,
   my shackles crome
Shock collar fitted,
   my curry comb
   
Mistress demanding,
   pony cart hitched
Sprinting for finish,
   my bottom switched
Services rendered,
   my life enriched
My Mistress loving,