Behind the glass of my dungeon
Through the grate on the window
Birds chirping day and night,
Closing the sky to me,
And they sing about the forest and the field.
So it goes for a year.
Birds want free rein,
To me . Quite the contrary.
Castle Star, trench around,
Everyone forgot about me.
I am chained by the neck
Strong.Closely to the wall.
I can’t hide,
I want to tell, friends,
How I live here in captivity,
How did I get here.
Call me. But by the way, this
There is no sense for you to talk.
How they called me where.That,
Everyone managed to forget.
I have another name,
But it is not for you.
I’m a toy, I’m a slave .
As they want, so they call.
Everything happened like.then in the summer,
Three years have already passed
Since then with my plot.
Much has happened.
My friend threw me,
I did not pass the session,
They moved everything to the fall.
In general, they are still doing.
The troubles fell in a sink,
Without friends and without friends
I decided by hitchhiking
Go to the south.
But passing cars .
This is an eternal cavard.
That . Hunting, this . Furely,
The third understood everything is wrong.
In general, so I turned out
In the middle of the night on the way.
Only one driver is tired
Agreed to give up.
But that . Not to the final one.
I don’t even remember where,
Which river has a river
Those stopped.
I fell asleep imperceptibly.
Here is the last turn,
And the car slowed down
Near the stone gate.
“That’s all, said the driver,
We are not on the way further.
Here is a museum, with it a caretaker.
If you want . Further wait.
Well, if you don’t want
Freeze and get bored
That’s perhaps that night
You can knock on the door.
He, in general.then does not let
Never.
And although, who knows.
In general, try it, Egoza “.
He left. I stayed.
It was a huge house,
Old. And my fatigue
Everything grew like a snowball.
The house would have accommodated without a problem.
All friends of my friends.
Windows, towers, stones, walls.
Wow, museum!
The door opened which one.That guy,
Not a handsome man, not a freak.
My peer. Between us
Difference . Only a year.
So our meeting happened.
I didn’t know how to start,
And she said: “Good evening.
You can spend the night?”
He looked terribly long,
What.then squeezed in the chest.
Finally nodded and said,
Retreating: “Come”
He was polite and calm,
I took my cloak, raised my backpack
And did not refuse to stand.
A thunderstorm crashed at night.
The light went out, got the candles,
Firewood was thrown into the fireplace.
“You know, but this evening
I would be completely alone.”
In the room, large and warm
It was quiet and dark.
“What is your name?”. On the glasses
Rain. “Not everything is equal to you?
They said nothing. After midnight
What will I tell him now?
But he himself suddenly: “Do you want,
I’ll show the whole castle?”
He told me really,
He knew a lot,
Since in this place for a long time
Lived and studied the castle.
How the stones were broken in the rocks,
Where are all his inhabitants.
And in which.then a moment I felt
How.then suddenly not to that.
It was a good evening,
At least stood an inconspicuous day.
Drank wine for the meeting,
It was too lazy to fuss.
The candles melted lazily.
He kissed me.
I giggled playfully,
Pulled away. He said:
“If you do not want me,
Then tell me and I will understand.
Simple, I’m tonight
It was bad alone.
I decided that even if even
The girl will come to the castle
I will let her in, but then
Come what may. How will it go.
Kohl will answer me with a refusal
(If you think about that),
Then tell me right away.
Only . straightaway. Not later.”
In the head . Continuous porridge.
Yes, and hops buzzed in the blood.
And now you can’t even remember:
I wanted that love?
I wanted to play.
I giggled again
And she said: “It can be,
I’m not averse. But how to say.
You and I are familiar with little,
And already running to bed.
If so, perhaps me,
It will be necessary to tie it.”
Then a small one grinned at me
And put his glass.
“You know, perhaps you,
I would have tied with hunting.”
“That’s how? . I snorted menacingly. .
It is interesting to see.
What are you, serious
Want to lock me?”
I was in vain .
We together went to the basement.
There he, as the owner is strict
I chained me in a chain.
How could I allow everything?
There was a museum in this castle,
And a similar opening
Late without undertaking.
I tried to fight back.
It’s too late to joke jokes.
In the locks can find
All that prisoners to pacify.
I remember the cold, an anvil,
I remember the roar of a hammer.
After imprisoned in the bedroom,
Under a bolt for two locks.
I did not believe, screamed
And rushed to the chain,
Five metal strips,
Wiped the skin to blood.
I did not believe that it was
In reality, not in a dream .
Both the collar and bracelets
And a window on the window.
It seemed to me in this cage
It is impossible to live a day,
But the owner came with a whip
To teach me the mind.
He was affectionate, even more,
He reassured my trembling
And he said: “Don’t be afraid.
So it is necessary. You will understand”.
Has me, forced me, forced me
Rise on socks
And I inserted my wrists
In a wooden vice.
Wooden pads
With a neckline for arms and legs
And supporting the ass
I could raise it higher.
“So, so, . He said loudly,
Sevsha nearby on the bed. .
Listen to me, girl,
And I have something to say.
Jokes . jokes, but still,
This is only the first step.
I can be more built,
But let’s try like this.
I didn’t want to swear with anyone,
But parents make noise,
Like, you are already in twenty .
Everyone wants to marry me.
I like you. Seriously.
When I opened you,
I thought, if it’s already so late,
I will drive away,.
And then I saw you,
And decided . finally.”
“Means. So that driver.”
“That driver? My father”.
I stand and think,
There is no strength even to move.
“I’m not the first?”” Seventh.
Only I did not let those.”
Looked around me, stroked me
Slightly pushed the raid,
Counted on my lips
Gag and tightened the belt.
“So, so, . He said again. .
I found it . Answer.
And I give you a word
Do not peel you spbber.
Everything, of course, was honest,
You never know what can be.
But you also need to think if
If you want to tease men!
If you say, after flogging
I will remove the chains from you.
I am a captive without an agreement
I do not wish anyone.
You are free in the most important.
If I realized, nod.”
I nodded. “Well, fine.
Well.ka, raise the ass.”
I picked up a whip from the bed,
Like a precious gift,
And brought down my ass
The first weak blow.
It was not a nightmare,
As if under the rule of the spell
Film with the first blow
Looked a fire in me.
My teacher was wonderful,
The film sang to blood
Ninety -nine songs
Subordination and love.
I could not stand the hour,
But when I came to my senses,
It suddenly became clear to me:
He was right . I understood.
And prayed, only he took out
The gag and mouth freed:
“Yes, take me, my dear!”
I took it and my ardor tamed.
And when he is in the bath of water
Poured, said: “Ah, yes.
You wanted to be freedom?”
I cried out: “Never!”
Never. I had to, of course,
Chains for me to take off the wedding.
But then (already forever)
He constrained me again.
So for three years ran .
Night after night, day after day,
Everything that was once scared,
Now has become a sweet dream.
I knew happiness in captivity,
And I’m not sorry for the past.
On ankles, on wrists
Stainless steel.
I am now the clothes in joy,
Even though she is no longer the same .
Only skin, only latex,
Only black colors.
Latex thin and elastic,
It tights up everything around,
My little breasts
They stand from him.
I am tightened
And wherever I go,
I put a black doll
Reflect mirrors.
I sparkle as if
Black varnish is doused,
Only in the pussy and on the lips
Redness appears.
So that there is no pickup
I’m dressed like a fucking,
There are two holes in my panties,
So as not to lose time,
Bras does not cover the chest,
The body is pulled into a corset.
Very often it happens,
That there are no clothes at all.
In my black uniform
There are gloves on the arm
And boots on the platform
And a huge heel.
Skirt, stockings: evaluate
And garter on stockings .
After all, you can’t wear tights
If the legs are in shackles!
Shackles on me today,
But from the top of their days
I, humble my pride,
To love them.
There are no castles, only rivets .
I am a slave forever.
Film, chains and ropes .
So my years flow.
On the hands of bracelets singing,
You will move . tinnitus.
Eighteen strong links
Limit the step.
Step forward, step to the left, right,
Shackles are a quiet ringing,
I am alone, but for fun
Sometimes he comes,
My owner. Let me become
Only a toy for him,
Let me lose myself,
I don’t feel sorry for anything.
Every evening, like by notes,
He descends to me
And then the film is walking
I am on the ass and back.
On both buttocks
I have a stigma.
So that I could not forget,
It is impressed in the flesh:
Red -hot iron
The letter “N” and the number “seven”
Deep like two incisions
Squeezed in the skin for good.
In my little lips
Rings between the legs are driven,
And me through them for a day
Lock the castle.
The chest is pierced with earrings,
There is a ring on the navel.
A small ring of clitoris
Silvers on the pubis.
And it happens, so they will punish .
They will get me to the machine,
All rings will connect all the rings with a thread
And draw to the ceiling.
Thrown through the beam .
The thread will stretch to the bath,
There they will hang a jar on it
And they turn off the crane.
The weight in the bank arrives,
Water is dripping quietly,
The chest up raises,
Following the pussy stretches.
Banks are different. Do not you know
What the owner decided to take.
And you wait with fear, you guess .
After all, not to see from here!
You freeze without movement:
It is really harder?
Or my imagination
Adds weight to her?
If only it would not tear off!..
Cold sweat on the back,
And so that I am not so yelling,
My mouth is tied.
If I’m with me myself
I can’t withstand the day,
Then it is different.
Punishment for me.
You can’t describe it with a line .
Very cunning harness:
Instead of the panties of the chain,
On the chain are two “dick”.
The first to plug the bosom
In punishment for one
My holes are salty,
Another is introduced into the ass.
You freeze in sweet agony,
And you can’t forget about them.
And the chain drowns in the lips
You yourself know in which.
From below everything is closed tight,
Chains stretch to the nipples,
Clamp them in clothespins,
And they snap there.
Above the gags, they will be prepared for it
Chain . A decent piece,
The gag is inserted into the mouth and back
Close to the castle.
A long chain will bind
All in the system among themselves,
Pulls from below, even if even
Just move your head.
They can’t touch them at all .
No chains, no panties.
It is very difficult to hold out
More than a few hours.
You expire alone,
Everything moves in you,
Bell on the chain
Hits the hips when walking.
And when you are all out of
From desire, like a beast,
As you like, you will erupt,
If only I took you now.
There is still such a joke
In punishment for girls .
Leather mini.skirt,
A little longer than the buttocks.
Front and behind holes
They have a chain like a bolt.
And inside it is concerned
A lot of small spikes.
Put it carefully,
Lock the castle,
And this chain can
Pass between the legs.
This skirt is a special .
You can neither lie nor sit in it.
There are many more for sample
There is any other.
Wooden horse
With a sharp crest on the back,
And it is not at all sweet at all
I had to ride.
Tree . The teacher is strict,
From below it cuts in half.
And do not get down, because the legs
They tied to stirrup.
Masks, bras, corsets,
Two hooks under the ceiling,
There is a cell, but in this cell
I fit with difficulty.
Do not get up and not sit down .
It is more difficult to withstand.
Only when the owner is angry,
I find myself in it.
There is also a machine and a lice,
Terry wheel.
If only we could,
I would like everything at once!
Sometimes they bring me out
Take a walk in a closed garden,
Though strangers do not go here,
But the owners look.
And although they are with contempt
They say then about us,
But I see lust
In the depths of burning eyes.
The master takes me out
To a closed fishing line,
And only there, under the canopy of pines
Lets go of the leash.
In their green corridors
Do not throw off the shackles.
Only one castle that
Fixes the chain to the ring in the wall.
And it becomes clear to me:
Here . the same as we.
Think to run away in vain,
Like the walls of the prison.
All attempts are useless .
Gags in the mouth, in the corset camp,
The bosom is taken into iron,
The key is given to the owner.
I walk there in a circle
Like a dog on a chain.
Latex tight and elastic
Putting and creaking.
It’s calm here, only wakes up
The ringing of chains from.For bushes .
There in the gazebos who.then loves
Or sells slaves.
There are slaves here, and here are slaves,
Gentlemen and mistress.
Here they get to know now
Buy, just offer.
Who.then, I remember, attached,
He offered me to buy.
My owner refused.
I’m afraid to go there.
I have one joy .
Hear the door creaks.
I’m in chains, and even glad,
That not run away now.
He is gentle with me, affectionate,
And at the same time strict.
I love him with apprehension,
For me he is a king and God.
I know, and it is easier for me to live, .
He will not leave to the end,
And the collar is much stronger
Engagement ring.
Let it sometimes forget
Come and I am alone .
Chains remind me,
What to whom.then I need it.
Only one thing worries me,
And sometimes drives into fear.
I think: what if, maybe maybe,
It’s all wrong?
Suddenly I’m not the only one?
How many such?
Lock . The estate is large,
I don’t know about others.
In the silence of the cold bedroom
Sometimes I hear a ringing .
Challenge of chains and anvil,
Screams of joy and moan.
Maybe these are those . other?
Maybe his friends
And their slaves naked,
All the same as me?
And I jump up with trembling,
On the soul and in the heart of the ice .
Suddenly they are more expensive for him?
Suddenly he won’t come anymore?
Or will come once,
Maybe not even one,
Remove shackles and say:
“You are free. Leave”.
What then? Where can I go?
My place . Near the legs.
Although I knew it from childhood,
But he helped me see.
I rush about, I don’t believe myself,
But the embedded secure
Does not let the door,
And I’m grabbing the chain.
And from the severity of pleasant
There is silence:
Everything is reliable, everything is clear.
I . in place. I need it.
It becomes calm for me,
It becomes easy for me .
Only in captivity am I free,
Not free . Without shackles.
I know that perfectly,
It all depends on me.
If I don’t need me
Then the fault of it . Only me.
And while this picture
Before the eyes, many days
I caress the master
Everything is crazy and stronger.
And tourists,
That they look at the exhibition,
Do not know that in the museum
There is a similar exhibit!
Tanuka
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