TND - LADYFINGERS POEM

Ladyfingers in her favorite breast bondage

I have been a very lucky Dominant over the years, especially when it comes to the loving relationships I've had with a select few submissives. One such subbie was a woman in her mid-20's who was sub-named "Ladyfingers" for her talent as a concert pianist. As part of her regular assignments, Miss Ladyfingers was asked to contribute her views, opinions and writings to the blog.

This was done for a number of reasons, the most important being to present a submissive's point of view to something we have experienced together. She would come to see me in Washington, DC from overseas for a long visit. Her last big assignment before she arrived was to write a little something about her fantasies. She turned out to be quite excited by tight shibari ropes and anal play...and one of my favorite submissives of all time.

This was originally to be just for my reading, but after looking it over several times I asked her if we could put it up for everyone to enjoy at the time. It was to be a narrative but came out in such beautiful prose that I thought you'd like a peek inside Ladyfinger's fantasy. Enjoy.


Sir had made us leave our clothes in the car.

it wasn't cold out; only a light summer breeze

we were handcuffed together, collared

i remember the moon, hitting her skin, ivory

i remember us tripping gently over the branches on theground

our bound hands holding onto each other as sisters, as lovers, as his.


Sir made us walk in front of him, quietly

giving us directions: turn here, keep walking ahead

until we reached a clearing by the lake

i remember the sand, still full of the sun's warmth

i remember the stars shining overhead

he blindfolded our eyes with soft silk and thus declared us

at his mercy without saying a word.


Sir then made us embrace each other

breast meeting breast, flesh melting into flesh

lips devouring lips, and rope securing all

i remember the sound of water lapping at the edge of the shore

i remember the muted vibration of the knots

and the smell of my lover, my sister, fusing with

the intoxicating scents of the sultry night.


and Sir watched us for quite awhile

observing his own creation, property wholly his

seemingly consuming itself in lust, hunger

i remember my senses shutting down

i remember us becoming one

and Sir then joining us to make everything complete

as we sweetly whispered of rapture into the fragrant darkness.


love,

your little rope whore

ladyfingers