Cinderella

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My princess knows her carriage waits

outside with Cinderella plates,

but from the limo’s tinted glass

I see her figure swirling past

the castle window, arm in arm

with dark and handsome, Mister Charm.

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Her dress, like spangled ocean spray,

invites his swimming hands to play

across the hollows, clefts, and curves

that every man feels he deserves.

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Alas, as midnight’s chimes commence,

the princess flees and leaves the prince

in utter awestruck disbelief.

She leaps the hedges like a thief!

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Across the lawn, she seems to glide.

I crack the door.  She jumps inside.

And as we’re driving through the gates,

her dainty dress evaporates.

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She’s left in leather, bra, and thong.

“Now here’s your collar; put it on!”

I clip her chain, then pull her close.

“When we get home, your ass is toast!”

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My princess smiles a fairy smirk,

enticing me to sternly jerk

her slender neck down to the floor.

“Just lick my cunt, you naughty whore!”

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She in obedience complies,

for all submissives recognize

reward is earned on bended knee.

The ropes of bondage set them free.

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And thus my princess probes me deep

with darting tongue and finger sweep.

My geyser floods her pretty face

with gobs of creamy sugar paste.

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She eats me like a warm éclair,

(my custard oozing everywhere)

then licks her lips and asks me soft,

“Now please, my mistress, get me off?”

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I roughly roll her on my lap

and give her ass a royal slap,

then pull her leather thong aside

to spread her pouting pussy wide.

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“You’re soaking wet, you slutty bitch!”

I wield her garter like a switch

and whale against her curtains, pink

till scarlet welts appear distinct

across the petals of her bloom.

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I stop

She cums

Then I resume…

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Her agonizing cries embrace

the pain as I increase the pace

and pound my fist inside her core

till beads of sweat fill every pore.

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At last, she wilts with trembling thighs.

Her climax sings a lullaby

as limply drooling on the seat

her limber groan admits defeat.

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Then from behind, a pair of lights

come screaming up and flash their brights.

They wave us over to the side;

a friend or foe, I can’t decide.

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But as the driver’s getting out,

I sense what this is all about.

“Oh, Miss,” he says, “you dropped your shoe!

I had to bring it back to you.”

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“Well please come on and join the fun;

there’s room in here for everyone,”

I kindly offer with a grin.

And so the prince just steps right in.

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I tell the driver, “Punch the gas” 

then grab the prince and kick his ass!

Much later in our dungeon cave,

we buckle down our brand new slave.

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“What will we do with all these boys;

we’re running out of straps and toys?”

my princess asks ~ she looks perplexed

when suddenly she gets a text.

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She laughs and lets me read her phone;

To Cinderella: Address Unknown

“Please join me for The Ball at four”

She smiles.  “Mistress, it’s just one more…”

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