ON THE CROSS

Limbs wide stretched

The muscles aching

Nipples clamped

Much sweat no faking

Amyl cotton

Nostrils sniffing

Druggie slave

His senses swimming

Whip cracks

Pain is searing

Welts appear

Pride in the making

Hot wax falls

From candle burning

On glans and scrotum

No twist or turning

Tongue extended

Ashtray serving

Embers fall

Sensation burning

Amber liquid

In goblet shining

Warm and pungent

Right for imbibing

Cock is caned

For stress relieving

Semen spurts

In cup for drinking

Cuffs unbuckled

Balls untying

Cannot wait-till

Next time – THRILLING!

ROB’s TALE

A visit to my Mistress is always pleasure and pain

Bound in cling-film the spanking starts again

Pleasure for my Mistress, for me extreme pain

Balls tied and weighted, aching to be freed

Pleasure for my Mistress is my only need.

dixie- former house Dr.

There once stood a chap called Rob

Who’d slip away from his job

To visit Madam Sasha

The world’s greatest lasher

And reducer of men to sobs

Although he likes some pain

And wished he could suffer the cane

He cannot be marked

Or his partner would get narked

So its cock-and-ball torture again

Madam on his nipples will clamp

On his balls she’ll twist and stamp

Rob fears they will rise

From the look in her eyes

And the dimming of the chamber lamp

On the floor Rob will kneel

Kissing sweetly Madams heel

Is she feeling very cruel today?

Not letting his pain, go away

Is it fantasy or is it real...?