An Invitation By 411 Would you like To be abused, Tortured, tormented, and misused? Yes it may hurt A little bit But you could find That you love it. Try it, try it And you’ll see. Become a bondage slut like me. Strip your clothes off, Stretch and shave, And soon enough You’re Master’s slave. Would you work With whips and chains, Learn to control, Endure your pain? What if your body Is tied with ropes And you lay helpless As he gapes and gropes? Would you, could you In a box Around your head Secured with locks? Or maybe covered With a sack Your body is a rainbow Purple, blue, and black. Lift up your legs And open wide Let him explore Deep, deep inside. Hogtied and suspended From the ceiling Shoulders will ache -- delight in the feeling. He’ll watch you shake As muscles strain Then laugh when You cry out in vain. Gag in your mouth, Can’t hear what you say. You talk too much, anyway. Your body says yes But your eyes say no. You wonder why You love it so. A dunking machine! Now isn’t that clever? He’ll get your head wet With the flip of a lever. Take a deep breath And open your eyes. What’ll come next? Why, it’s a surprise. He’ll flog your pussy And you’ll start to squeal. But challenge yourself — How long can you deal? Now that your body Is writhing in pain You can’t take any more Without going insane He’ll force you to orgasm Again and again. Your world was a blur, Your whole being taxed. But now all is forgotten. You’re completely relaxed. Sadly, he’ll deny your Pleas for more And send you home, Bruised, broken, sore. A beast is now awake, Too big to ignore Don’t try to resist, You can struggle no more. So trade a number For your name And accept it — You’ll never be the same. Yes, I do like This bondage stuff. And I will be back. Can’t get enough. You could enjoy it Just like me Give it a chance and you will see.