The Kingdom Of Switch

A princess confined to a castle
confined to a chair,
confined by her master
into his eyes she did stare.

Quickly taken
expertly bound,
delicately tortured
pleasure found.

Then put on display
for all the court to see,
the eligible maidens lusted
for she was where they wanted to be.

Carefully humiliated
lovingly abused,
gently caressed
then primally used.

The courting rituals
from eons past,
ensured the kingdom
would forever last.

He did all he liked
he spent his fill,
now it was her turn
to impose her will.

She locked him up
a chastity toy,
then proceeded to play
making the prince her little boy.

She made him kneel
to worship at her feet,
she made him beg
her desire was his to meet.

The ritual went on
in this kingdom of Switch,
a society of desire
a place to scratch every itch.

After a week
the princess was now queen,
her king sitting beside her
reminiscing on what had just been.

Mutual play
doing onto one another,
written across both their crowns,
‘Please, may I have another.’

May the kingdom of Switch
prosper for eons more,
all the realm invited to play
joining the nightly roar.

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From Kink, Volume 3

Kink Duckling

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R18 + This piece is from my erotica and sex-positivity collection.

It is art, not advice.

If this is your first time I strongly recommend you click here for a content warning, and to appropriately frame this work, before reading.

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i’m a kink duckling
imprinting myself
onto the first
sexy thing I see

if you
get me off
i’ll follow you
for more

but
this little duckling
is special
he can imprint more than once

eventually
it all becomes part of me
and I want to play
with most everyone

nylons
pain
rope play
toys

edging
exhibition
brattiness
bois

cnc
bimbos
tattoos
glasses

littles
sharing
eye contact
asses

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This poem is from the book Kink, Volume 2