Welcome. My chamber is open to all.
Please look around, touch the leather.
Feel the lace that captures the limbs.
Yes, unusual colouring for leather.
Oh, the marks on the floor,
Those are from willing submissives,
Like lambs to the slaughter.
Feel free to lie on my couch,
Get comfy, yes that’s right.
Hands fit nicely in my lacey restrains.
Not too tight I hope.
Is that fear I see in your eyes,
Are you not a lamb my girl
You see don’t you, you see.
Yes Clarice, can you hear the lambs
The lace, oh it is entwined hair
You will be my new flogger.
Author notes
Sorry, am in a macabre mood. (laughs maniacally)
A contest entry
- Chamber of Leather and Lace by Master Ktulu.
800 points, ended June 8, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Yes Clarice, can you hear the lambs
Is this not a new edition of the silence of the lambs...hahaha
Loved it. Very dark witted verse.
**Master Ktulu**
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