The Master’s Room

[Pangasius]

Silk and satin fill the room

In shades of black and red

In the room, St Andrew’s Cross

A long bench and a bed

 

The table has a range of tools

To ply his spicy trade

The room has seen a multitude

Of people he has flayed

 

Restraints hang from the ceiling joists

Cuffs chained to the floor

Soundproof walls to stop them all

From screaming out ‘no more!’

 

There’s floggers, made from different stock

From fur to silk to leather

There’s whips and ties and more besides

Neatly arranged together

 

Pinwheels, needles, pins galore

Ready for ***play

Candles there to drip on skin

A knife ***ls wax away

 

Here lies plugs and gags and beads

All ready for insertion

Paddles, canes, electric wands

For dominant assertion

 

Cages: cock and ***

Bags to hide the face

To keep control of naughty guests

Who defy him in this place

 

It’s his domain and you’d be wise

To listen to his rules

For punishment will be severe

From his array of tools. 

[DeVine69]

Yess

[Chloebell-2346]

Yes yes yes