Warning......... If you are not into BDSM... DO NOT
READ THIS POEM.. If you do not want to read anything
about Forced Homosexuality, DO NOT READ THIS.
And with that said and done... on with my poem....
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The Master is away, now some slaves do play,
and one of their games is "Do you Dare".
This game has one member, wear the Mistress' skirt,
and they must have it off before the Master comes home.
Now, today a newbie was the one in the skirt,
no one told him all the rules in the game.
he was caught wearing the skirt by the Mistress and Master
when they both came home early from work.
"Punishment will fit the crime." was all that They said.
"At tonight's gathering, you will have your punishment."
None of the other slaves would lift their eyes,
for only one other time was that punishment carried out.
When all the other Masters and Mistresses came over,
with their pets and slaves on leashes and nude.
That is when the one slave wished he never signed the contract
giving this couple control for five years.
In the middle of the room, stood a round table.
On it was a wheel, that could spin for a long time.
The slave was dressed in the skirt that he was caught in,
and then he was tied to the wheel on his knees.
"slaves and pets around the table you go."
That is the words he heard just before a blindfold
was placed over his eyes blocking his sight.
he was glad to have seen both male and females there.
"For being found in your Mistress' clothing,
tonight you will be use by your fellow slaves and pets.
If the wheel stops in front of a female, she will
either kiss your lips or lick your cock."
"But, if it lands in front of a male slave,
he will take you in the ass, hard;
or he will use your mouth as a pussy.
Do you understand and accept this punishment?"
The slave only nodded his head as he had seen
more females move forward than the males.
Once he agreed, the females all were removed
and the circle was made up of only males.
This was the punishment part of the wheel,
for only the same gender could be around it.
It was spun throughout the night, and he
was taken by all around the table.
Each hard cock, fucked his ass
with a force that only a storm would survive.
his face was full of cum all night long
and not once did he open his mouth to complain.
When his Master thought he had enough,
from the wheel he was removed.
Never again did he play the game of "Do you Dare"
and yet he remain a slave for onto twenty years.
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