Mistress2rule

A Wolf In Sheeps Clothes

Sweet, Innocent, and ripe for the plucking,
You want to devour me, I can see it in your eyes,

Gentle, soft spoken, yours for the fucking,
you imagine your body between my soft thighs.

My hair is bound tightly though softly it flows,
Gently cascading with ribbons and bows.

My scent softly lingers tickleing your nose,
and the brush of my hand quickly curls your toes.

The bait lies before you with the swaying of my hips,
Entangleing you more so as I moisten my lips.

"Come closer" I beckon you with style and grace.
"Come join me for coffee here at my place."

Your mind begins to fill with reasons to stay,
Little do you know I shall have my way.
When we get to my lair, or "my humble home," There I shall quickly change the tone.

You shall be bound and gagged,
Used and had,
Whips and chains,
No pride will remain,
You'll wimper and plead,
Fulfill all of my needs,
You'll crawl and scrape,
I'll give all you can take.
I'll push your limits
until your lost in it.
The all consuming fire
you'll burn with desire
until your every wish
is but to please your mistress.
Then when all is done,
I'll have to run.
You'll stare in disbelief;
such a powerful release.
All control was mine
 as if by design.
You'll never be the same,
now so addicted to the shame.
Such a coy disguise
Shed right before your eyes.
For how could you have known,
I was the wolf in sheeps clothes
who devoured you whole
laying claim to your soul.

By: Mistress2Rule