She knew she had him hooked
By the way he always looked
When she wore the boots to work he always paused
Would tease him every day
Then send him on his way
Smile at the bulge she knew she caused
She lived all alone
One day on the phone
She called him said her car wouldn’t start
He came through her open door
She pointed to the floor
Was waiting for him with her legs apart
Dropped to his knees straight away
Dreamt for ages of this day
She smiled at the speed that he obeyed
“If you want to be my bitch
Come closer ease my itch”
And for the next hour that is where he stayed
For the rest of the day
She introduced him to her play
He responded to the pleasure and the pain
Sensations produced
As new toys she introduced
Their relationship at work never the same
Mark D Davis ©2017
Mark Davis Author / Poet 