The Kinky Queen

Here's a collection of poems I've done under my pen name


Once upon a time in a land far away
Beyond where the sky kisses the sea
Sitting high on a hill stood a castle still
Overlooking it's kingdom on display
And within lived a Queen she was rather mean
In her domineering led by her kinky ways
All seemed here serene and quite joyful
People always loved to stop and stay
But if you ask a few of it’s old timers
The tale they will tell you tis rather dark
Of what really goes on up in said castle
You’d pack your bags in haste and now depart

She has many a young lads and fair maidens
Submitting themselves in various ways
One might be stretched beyond recognition
Begging deeply for the ending of her play
Another is then strapped to a table
To be examined by kinky nurse’s there
They'll strap you tightly down in preparation
For their electrifying needled enema day

It is said this goes on now for not hours but many days now
Continuous pain is given around the clock
And never you should try to refuse to comply
She'll certainly have you hung up by your cock
Some get pegged by her royal strap on
As its length measures 22 inches yes of course
But wider than a mile she'll stretch you now in style
Leaving nothing left there worthy of recourse

Now speaking of her dark unusual methods
She loves to torture many tits
Nipples stretched to the point of their limits
While impaling them with various sharp pins

So if you choose to stay within these borders
The possibility is much now clearly seen
You're welcome to stay as long as you may
But quicken then your stride to find a place to hide
If you hear of the nearing of the Queen


A Sub Named Trish


There once was a subbie named Trish
Who slept in her cage by the couch
And while it was raining she dreamt of her training
And woke with her Dom in her mouth
Believe it or not to her this was hot
Milking the pet given bone
And when the job was all done
She chirped shit that was fun
It's better than living alone
Then widening her eyes in a look of surprise
Master gave her a quite nifty gift
Black shiny leather this harness fit better
Smiling as she looked at her tits
And such is the life of a subbie
Life's journey is led by the day's
At the end of the fun
When the day is all done
She sleeps well by the couch in her cage
True as it seems she there now does dream
Of whips, clamps and chains during play
I could go on till the break of the dawn
Writing a book to be read
And the subbie named Trish masters favorite dish
Her legacy forever lives on
Never being alone being collared and owned
Content in her own little home






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