The Night with the Devil
A poem about a night with a femdom devil
I met the devil one day. How that happened, I can not say. She told me to wait in the living-room. I hurriedly followed her to the bedroom. She looked hot, she looked lavishing. In a red leather outfit, she was dazzling. I quickly approached her to touch. She stopped me. She did not allow that much. She ordered me to strip. She kiss me on my mouth and lip. She put a mask on my eyes. A leash around my neck using one of my...