BDSM is a collection of poetry containing f/f, anal play, femdom, bondage, shibari, anal play and much more. It contains meaningful, intimate, and downright filthy poetry written in acrostic, ballad, cinquain, and free verse.
This collection is intended for the open-minded people out there who love all things BDSM.
So, let BDSM take you on a journey into the taboo, and give the most erogenous part of your body, your brain, a treat.
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Excerpt from Switch:
When I entered the room I noticed the whip,
Then his breath on my neck, and his hand on my hip.
“Hello my sweet darling, I’m glad you are here.”
His voice was playful, but still I felt fear.
“Have you obeyed? Done all I have asked tonight?”
I couldn’t help but clench, and close my arse tight.
“Yes, Master I have, right down to the letter.”
My arse clenched again, my pussy even wetter.
“And how does it feel, to be stretched like this?”
His hand moved to my bottom, in the shape of a fist.
“It feels strange Master, like my body is full.”
His fist moved to my hair, and he began to pull.
“And full you shall be, once I’m inside you too.”
“Oh Master, please tell me, what is it you plan to do?”
He laughed against my ear, and tugged my head back.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy, while that plug is in your crack.”
My body shuddered with sexual apprehension.
He released his grip, and then came the tension…
Excerpt from Harem:
The three of us knelt, collared and chained,
Waiting for one master, to teach the untrained.
The three of us were stripped, told to behave,
Told we were sluts, whores, and slaves.
He entered the room, we all bowed our heads,
His attire was magnificent, all blacks, gold’s, and reds.
Then under my chin, he placed his big hand,
Told me that tonight, I would follow his command.
I nodded my head, subserviently so,
Then he moved to the next, second in the row.
And said exactly the same to the second and third,
And then left the room without saying a word.
We all sat motionless, staring at the floor,
Until he entered again, slamming the door.
Knowing he was back sent a surge of exhilaration,
This was what I needed, strong domination.
He snatched up my chain, tugged me over to a stock…
C.A.Bell was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her husband married and made a home.
She is currently working on a number of projects, including the follow-on book to The Architect, as well as a novel, and aspires to be a well-known author.
Author Website http://authorcabell.co.uk