#LaceChallenge by CJ Heath

The Lace Ribbon.

Naked as required,

Nude as desired,

She waits on the block

With her shackles unlocked.

With poise and great grace,

Her hands at her waist,

She bears their gaze

Through the smoke filled haze.

She turns when she’s told

Staying meek and controlled.

The Master’s dictate

Determines her state.

Her arousal shows clear

As the bidders drew near,

Inspecting the wares,

Not a thought for her cares.

Her thighs clenching hard

A bidder raises his card.

She caresses her breast,

Makes her Master bid best.

The hammer falls loud

Her nipples stand proud.

Her Master has won

The auction is done.

The men gather close

They envy him most.

He still owns her heart

As she bends, feet apart.

She spreads herself wide

Master slips inside.

As the others watch on

He slides hard and long.

The contract was signed

This act is the bind.

Witnessed and applauded

His purchase is lauded.

Grunting hard with desire,

Her loins all afire,

He quenches her ardour

Though still he grows harder.

He withdraws without haste

This act just a taste.

When they are alone

She will show she can moan.

She falls to her knees,

Hands raised to submit,

Wrists crossed together

To be bound forever.

His hand in her hair,

So golden so fair,

He undoes the bow

And her hair cascades low.

Binding her tight

To her lustful delight.

The cotton is tied,

Her eyes open wide.

The ribbon that ties

brings tears to her eyes.

Not harsh! Not the case,

A soft ribbon of lace.

“Bound for a lifetime,

Always to be mine,

Tethered with lace,

to remember your place”

“I shall serve you all days

and serve you all ways,

I am yours to debase

So you bind me in lace.”

With vows spoken aloud

And with roars from the crowd,

Master and slave

Became bound till the grave.

© CJ Heath 2014.

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