Tied in the Woods on a Summer Evening (m/f)

[OldTUGger]

Tied in the Woods on a Summer Evening (with apologies to Robert Frost)
by OldTUGger


To keep you bound I think I will,
Lashed to a sapling on this hill;
Your wrists well cinched, your elbows joined,
Your virtue subject to my will.

A passerby might think me strange
And really quite a bit deranged,
To keep you pinioned to a tree
In hopes your fickle mind might change.

You give the branches quite a shake,
But freedom is not yours to take;
A ball-gag muffles any shouts
And plaintive cries you try to make.

Most folks would think that I’m a creep,
But I’ve found you crave bondage deep,
So bound and gagged I shall you keep,
So bound and gagged I shall you keep.

[damsel]

Really good! Clever and thoughtful!

[Terri]

I enjoyed this. Thank you.

[Tights tights tights]

Such a great and well written bondage poem, well done!

[Emma]

Poetry isn't something you see here very often--very nice!

I wouldn't mind seeing more of this kind of writing.