Sorry if I posted this in the wrong place, but I couldn’t think of a better spot for it; some poetry I whipped up just now. Hope you like it. It made me smile reading it back over. Though it’s total fiction—probably my own little fantasy—I haven’t got the guts to do this in real life.

Bondage I run down the old track And jump over the gate, My excitement comsumes me, I can hardly wait. I take a deep breath, Set down my back-pack, This is it, curious, there’s no turning back! I take off my clothes, I shut the door. I get out my ropes, and I sit on the floor. I tie up my ankles, I belt up my knees, I slip in the buttplug, with relative ease. Next comes the crotch rope, a thing I surely adore, Pulled nice and tight I’ll be begging for more! Then comes my ball gag, It stops me from screaming, But I won’t say a thing, I’ll be too busy dreaming. Finally the ice cube that contains the key, Is hanging from a string, Right above me. When that key drops, I will surely be able to release myself and walk-free, From this derelict stable. The handcuff snapped shut, And everything tight, I know I am in for.. a very good night!! Enjoy!