The Darkness

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of Thorn

- do not use without the author's permission.


Blindfolded terror,
   a week or more
My body abused,
   used like a whore
Arms up behind me,
   a pulling chore
My captor brutal,
   the hardest core
   
Bottom bright burning,
   crisscrossing welts
Pony girl training,
   the whipping belts
Passion/pain blowtorch,
   resistance melts
Finish each session,
   with burning pelt
   
Then comes the other,
   carnal abuse
Hung like a python,
   my pussy used
Bent spread and helpless,
   needs no excuse
Plessure comes riding,
   my thoughts confused
   
Kicking and screaming,
   ankles gripping
Hanging and helpless,
   forward tipping
Cock in my pussy,
   all but ripping
Subbie space enter,
   passion-tripping
   
Pain/pleasure weakness,
   since I was young
The captive princess,
   the dungeon bunged
Fantasy loving,
   the stud well hung
Pain/pleasure dreaming,
   nightmare become
   
Services rendered,
   back on my feet
Stagger gush fleeing,
   circle complete
Back where we started,
   the dirty cheat
The training sessions,
   endless repeat
   
My nights in harness,
   my mornings too
The warmth of the day,
   he would eschew
Sleeping in stables,
   a gag to chew
Stable door opens,
   its nothing new
   
Stable boy cleaning,
   feeding the stock
Taking advantage,
   long slender cock
Pony girl serviced,
   around the clock
Darkness descending,
   hard place and rock
   
Pony girl training,
   brainwashing tricks
Blindfolded terror,
   my bum he picks
Hot red and welted,
   some bongo licks
Subbie space shelter,
   coming too quick