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Denice and Don - a story in verse
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage
Subject: Verse Story: Denice and Don, Part 1
Date: Sat, 6 Jun 1992 09:03:10 GMT
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Good evening, everyone--
This is my first posting to asb. It's a verse-story,
partially completed. This is the first part, and the
second (concluding, episode) is in the works.
I feel obliged to offer a few acknowledgments. In the
form of tongue-in-cheek apologies to those poets whose
works I have parodied here, I must pay tribute to
Chaucer, Pushkin, and the more contemporary Vikram Seth--
for demonstrating that playing with tight constraints
is a lot of fun.
Since this is an anonymous posting, consider that this
story is written by one 'Footlegger the poet.'
1.
My tale begins with a scene partway
Into the plot. To set the mood
Imagine, standing on tile parquet
A man who's shivering in the nude.
He isn't bound, but is compelled
To rest his head, his chin upheld,
Against a bar of stainless steel
Behind his neck; his wet skin feels
The bar as it grows chillier still
As if a coolant ran through it.
His mistress' orders, not to quit
This odd position rule his will.
He stands here til in her good time
She brings the punishment for his crime.
2.
I'll tell you now what things transpired to
Bring this soul to where we find him.
Briefly, he and she conspired to
Play a game in which she'd bind him.
And in return she promised to
Concoct some kinky things to do
To work their mutual pleasure.
And, throughout a weekend's leisure
He expected he would be at ease
As on his body she performed
The acts to which desire warmed
Desires which she would fully please.
So they agreed, and he was bound
and soon the naked truth he found.
3.
Now I ought to tell you what their names
Might be, since I have led you on.
The couple playing these love games,
Go by the names Denice and Don.
Denice led Don to their bedroom
And, getting out her tools of doom
Secured him, stripped, to the bedposts, firm,
With ropes and leather cuffs. He'd squirm
To show that she had caught him good.
Spread-eagled, helpless, he would play
His simple part. But he would pay
For his mistake. On went the hood.
Don started wondering, in the dark
If this was going to be a lark.
4.
She said, "Now, honey, you just sit
Right where you are. I'll be right back
I've got to freshen up a bit.
(And go to fetch a paper sack
Of things I bought to use on you.)
I'll only be a sec or two."
So Don obliged, and then he tried
To guess what she might want to hide.
Some tactile lingerie, perhaps?
Expensive lotions? Kootchy-koos?
Or creamy foodstuffs? Ah! He knew:
A bottle of summer apricot schnapps!
She'd pour it in his navel sink
And graciously, he'd let her drink.
5.
Although poor Don couldn't see a ray
The hood allowed his nose to show
And he could hear well enough to know
That sneaky Denice in negligee
(Of black lace no doubt) had now returned
With whatever reward she felt he'd earned.
And thus aroused, seven inches stood
The penis of the man in the hood.
"Oh Don, I'm so hot, I need you now!"
(And he hadn't even touched her yet!)
She curled up against him on the bed,
Groaning, moaning like a mooing cow.
This sure was odd. Don nearly swore.
Unless she was fucking-- a vibrator?
6.
It was true. He felt the quivering
Of her ass cheeks pressed against his side,
Her shudder, orgasm, shivering.
His helplessness fought with his pride.
Denice' young flesh, next to him, brushed
His ticklish spots-- his hidden face flushed!
An arm shot out and over him swept.
His thigh, his chest she fast caressed.
Don longed to roll over to ride her
But so stiff were the cuffs and the slack
Was so short, he remained on his back,
And the toy remained inside her.
So what was the hapless Don to do?
"Omph trechwuss, taunting vixen, you!"
7.
In due course Denice' joy subsided
And rising, she cast off the toy.
Slyly, she had at last decided
Her attention to give to her boy.
Over his chest her fingers she flicked
And southward his limp dick she licked.
Back in business, Don's seven inches soared
As, patient, he sensed his reward.
"That hood, we'll leave on for a while,"
Denice said, as she sat on him.
"Does Seven Wonders want a swim?"
Don entered her as Denice smiled.
She slowly trotted him like a horse
And then sped up, with mounting force.
8.
As Don's time neared, she cruelly stopped
And giggled to watch him strain his neck.
Her playful puss disgorged his cock
Poor Don was near a nervous wreck.
Denice picked up her bag of tricks
(Some home supplies not meant for kicks)
And closed a clothespin on Don's hard tit!
"Ouch! Ow! You know that hurts like shit!"
"Be silent, or I'll give you two."
"Just make me come, and I won't care!"
"I said be quiet, and yet you dared.."
"Aiyee!" Don yelped: her threat was true.
Nine seconds more, Don writhed in pain.
Denice showed mercy. "Now once again?"
9.
"Oh, please, Denice, just let me come!
For the love of God, what have I done?"
"Your tit ate that, and fast went numb..
I believe we'll have to have more fun."
Denice slid slow onto his cock
It throbbed as though a living rock.
"Ah, girl, that's it, you're oh so kind."
"That wasn't what I had in mind.."
Taking the nippers close in hand
With pursed lips she softly blew
A fanning breeze Don's nipples knew
For a call-to-arms, and they did stand.
And on the cruel nippers went
And forth from heaven Don's dick was sent.
10.
Don's spirit cowed, he lost his pride.
"Denice, whatever you want, I'll do it,
Just let me have your legs spread wide.
Then I won't mind the pain, go to it!"
Denice thought how an extra pinch
Around the clothespins' springy cinch
Could hurt much worse than what she'd tried.
Don's head convulsed from side to side.
"Will you be my slave?" She freed his tits.
Don gasped, and she undid the hood.
"You'll have to promise to be good,"
She warned. "Or you'll go through the pits."
Poor Don, his rebel's streak ground thin
Knew he would soon be giving in.
11.
"Just say the words, Don, and you're free.
Say 'Miss Denice, I am your slave.'"
She stroked his cock so tenderly.
Don thought about the head she gave,
and wandered off in fantasy.
"Well, Don honey, what will it be?"
"You'll let me off?" was Don's reply.
"Of course I will. But you must try,
To follow all the rules I give,
And if you fail, I won't be kind,
My punishments are strange, you'll find,
But without danger, Don, why live?"
"I am your slave, O Miss Denice."
Her gleeful laughter chilled the peace.
12.
True to her word, for good and ill,
She gave Don what he wanted most.
When all seven inches had had their fill
She held the paper bag up close.
"I've got surprises left, Don dear,
So you be on the watch, you hear?
I'll soon be ordering you around.
From now on, mind your eyes stay down."
But Don, in ecstasy full-spent
Was in no shape to register
The words of warning meant by her
To save him from an early accident.
"Rest now, my slave, my whipping-boy.
Tomorrow you will be my toy."
13.
The thirteenth sonnet we have reached
And Don has gone from dupe to slave.
While poor Don sleeps, my role I'll breach
And tell you why this tale I brave.
I, foolish, boasted that all words
Mine to command, would me e'er serve,
As tools of mine own leashed power.
Alas, a lady seized the hour:
In the guise of that warm word 'seduce'
She caught me in a game like one
I write of here. Expecting fun,
I was forced to rhyme or she would use
Her power over me, and kinky toys,
To give me weird, compelling joys.
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