BoundA Poem by ronBound
Feeling the restraints placed on the wrists and ankles. Cold metal or soft leather, maybe it will be ropes this time.
What ever the restraint is made of, you can be sure it will do the job.
Placed in submissive positions, it is an honor to serve.
To please is pleasure received, making the heart beat faster.
The mind wonders to so many delights, how may the submissive serve...please © 2014 ronReviews
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6 Reviews Added on May 9, 2014 Last Updated on May 9, 2014 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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