Poems written by the DungeonMaster

A Poem for my Slave"

By Dungeonmaster

It was a pleasing thought.
A present just for her.
A surprise that I knew she would like . . .

I went down to the beach
To decorate the tree that she loved
With satin ropes from the branches.
Tying one with loose ends
Around the trunk.

It was Christmas, and I wanted to please my slave.

When she came to my dungeon,
Which I had decorated with candles
And wine, and incense . . .

Smelled sweet and started to drip immediately
As she said, "awe!"

How I love her mouth when she say's, "awe!"
Remembering my prick between her lips.

So . . .
I took her by the hand leading her from the dungeon
Onto the beach
And she saw the tree with the ropes
Moving gently in the warm breeze
And smiled
Walked directly To the spot beneath the branches.

My slave held her hands up as I tied her wrists
While I whispered . . . "Remember"?
She whispered . . . "I Remember" . . .
As I tied her legs beside the trunk.
Whispering . . . "Remember"?
And she squirmed as I opened her robe,
And the droplets dripped from her cunt,
And glistened in the moonlight between her thighs.

The ocean lapped at our feet
As I in all my glory
Went down on my knees
Licking the juice that dripped along her thighs,
Touching her clit with my tongue,
Sucking the juice from her cunt.

"Remember", I said
As she cried,
"more ... harder ... stop ... more ... fu...."
"Not yet", I whispered,
As she yelled at the empty beach,
" ... more ... more ... harder ... stop ... fuc ..."
And I bit the tip of her wet clit.
" ... fuck ...!"

"AWE", she screamed
As my finger entered her ass
And I felt my tongue which was buried in her cunt.

"You are my slave", I whispered.
My slave screamed,

... AWE!!!!"

And I loved her mouth when she said, "AWE!

"Merry Christmas Slave!!", I whispered.

My slave cried:
"FUCK ... I ... SUCK ... AM ... CUM ... YOUR ... MORE ... SLAVE
... M A S T E R!"

"Remember", I whispered
As she whimpered,
"no more ... please ... take me ... fuck me!"

P ... L ... E ... A ... S ... E ... M ... A ... S ... T ... E ... R

A Valentine for Mistress Monica

You are spread eagle upon my bed,
Your heart shaped cunt open to my gaze.
I love your clit which stands erect
Like an arrow between your lips.
Tiny droplets form in your crack,
Inviting my tongue to dinner.
Tonight I am having you as a appetizer,
For the main course and dessert.
I will sip your juice from a brandy glass
As I smoke my cigar and think of your lips
Around my cock, sucking my shaft.
You are my Valentine and I your Master.
Your eyes close and your hands clinch
As I drive my stiff, hard arrow prick
Deep into your waiting heart-cunt
And we ... and we ... explode together.

My She-Wolf

By Dungeonmaster

Entering my dungeon this morning,
I was met by my favorite slave.

She-wolf came toward in on all fours,
Her pretty ass high in the air.

As she placed her head in my crotch
I knew what she wanted.
What she always wanted.

She-Wolf loved to give me my morning blowjob.
I don't mean she loved it ...
She lived for it!

To give head,
Suck cock,
Polish the knob,
Shine the shaft,
Eat the prick,
Swallow the load .........

I mean ... SHE LOVES IT !

As she undid the buckle,
And lowered my pants,
I leaned against the dungeon wall,
And she took my member into her mouth.
She had a talented mouth
And a yearning to devour every inch,

She-wolf was on her hands and knees
With her head up high
And her mouth around my cock
Making long strokes
On my tender shaft.

I often fanaticize when she sucks me off.
Rolling my eyes into their sockets.
And remembering moments in the past.

Today I was on my way to milk
And the sun was shining warmly on the barn
I made this walk every morning
And, in stall five the heifer,
Had been standing, pregnant and waiting.
But today she had a newborn.
A beautiful calf barely upright
On it's four unsteady legs.

I entered the stall,
Approached the youngster,
Holding out my hand,
Leaning against the wall.

I wasn't surprised when the young mouth
Began suckling my thumb.
It was a pleasant feeling.
This warm toothless youngster,
Milking my thumb.

Thinking that the animal might want
Something more active and nourishing
I undid the buckle,
And lowered my pants,
Still leaning against the dungeon wall,

I moved my hand to my cock and the youngster
Replaced my red thumb with my stiff shaft,
Moving her tongue and sucking on my member.
I rolled my eyes into their socket,
Thinking how nice if a girl would do this.

The little one took my cock and balls,
With ravaging hunger.
As I held the youngster by the ears.
Ramming myself deeper.

I grabbed the wall with my hands
Trying not to cry out as I shot my load
Deep into the yearning throat,
As the tongue massaged my cock
And the throat,
Like a vacuum,
Sucked down the last drop.

The youngster was on all fours
As I pulled on her ears,
Collapsing to my knees.
Her head followed me,
And I crumpled on the floor
As the young She-Wolf
Licked my limp shaft,
And caressed my balls.

She is my favorite.
This four legged youngster
To give me head,
Suck my cock,
Polish my knob,
Shine my shaft,
Eat my prick,
Swallow my load .........

I mean ... SHE LOVES IT !

She lives for it!
My She-Slave ... She-Wolf!

She Wants to be a Slave

By Dungeonmaster
The light from the candle 
	Cast a shadow on the two figures
Tightly wrapped into each other as 
	the flickering light outlined their image
on the wall.

Stop ...
	she cried as she tore herself from the strong grasp.
"I can't in front of Butch.",  
	"I don't want to with the dog inside.".
"Wait", she cried
	tearing herself from the his hands.
"Here Butch ..." 
   	she whispered opening the door ...
		"Go outside and find a cat!".

The candle lit her image as the door closed
	and she 
		with hands outstretched crossed the room to where he lay.

Lowering herself onto the floor
	as she was quickly taken into his grasp.

"I would like to be kidnapped"... she whispered
	as he tied one of her arms to the table leg.

"and made into a sex slave for my kidnapper", she whispered
	as he tied her other arm tightly.

"Please be careful",  she whispered 
	as his hands parted her young thighs. 

"Please, be gentle", she whispered
	as he opened her lips with her tongue.

	as he pressed his thumb into her ass.

"God", she cried,
	as candle lit the room and he said ... "slave".

"Stop ... harder ... stop ... more ... harder ... she cried
	as her tongue moistened her lips.

"More ... harder ... fuck ... harder ... lick ... suck", she cried
	as he yelled, "slave ... sex ... slave ... sex"

"STOP", she cried louder
	as the cat screemed and the dog barked.

"Fuck ... harder ... surrender ... NO ... NO ... NO", she cried
	as the dog barked and the cat screemed.

Pulling on the roped her wrists were wet ... and she cried
	as the screems and barks tore through the night.

"Let me up", she cried ... helpless she cried
	as a horn cut through the night like a blast.

"Fuck ... let me up ... fuck ... hard ... stop ... more", she yelled
	as the tires squeeled and the horn blew.

"STOP ... more ... harder ... fuck ... more ... STOP", she cried
	as the tires burned,
		as the horn blasted,
			as the cat screemed,
				as the dog barked,
					as the car crashed,
						as she cried,
		While Butch died,

and she cried,
	       and she cried,
		        	  and she cried,


Fourty & Horney

By Dungeonmaster

I remember fourty like it was yesterday
I had a party on my Birthday
And my friends gave me a present
Of a young girl with poney tails
Which hung down to her waist.

Lovely poney tails which looked
Much like ropes dangling from her head,
Around her shoulders and across her soft tits.
Lovely tits with round areola and pointed nipples
Which fit perfectly between my lips.

I remember fourty and the tits and the braids
And I ate cake from her stomach and drank wine ...
I drank wine from her pussy while she sat
On my face with her braids tickling my nose
As the wine ran into my mouth.

It was sweet wine ... and it was warm,
Nice and warm ... being inside her
And it had a rich flavor ... mixed with her cum.
Wonderful wine and cum and hair and braids
And I lay on my back and drank every drop.

I remember fourty like it was yesterday
I had a party and all my friends
Were there and the little girl with poney tails
Sat on my face and gave me the present
That I remember to this day !

The Princess & Her Frog

By: Dungeonmaster

I have been going with a Princess,
Who has been looking for a Prince
While she kissed a lot of Frogs.

Kissing frogs that dress with pride,
Frogs that have all the right manners,
That don't let juice run down their chin
Nor slurp when they drink
Nor snort when they suck.

Frogs that drive nice cars
Wear only the best in fashion
Drop names in all the right places
Not acting without caution and planning
Not taking chances nor experimentation.

In my youth I was nicknamed, "Frog",
Because I had a long tongue
Which I used while kissing lovely cunts.

Kissing pussies which were offered
To the Frog with a nice long touch
That licked the juice running from the hole
And slurped up the cum
And snorted while he drank.

A Frog in love with love,
Thinking about the height of passion
Dropping at a moments notice
While acting with deep penetration
While taking chances with new wonders.

Well, this is the story of a little Princess
Who looked around and found her Prince
After years of kissing a lot of Frogs

Kissed by her Prince as she sat on his face,
His tongue inside her, extended to it's length
Deep in her warmth, circling about
As he slurped up the juice
As he snorted while she moved.

Frog, she said, as she rose up and down.
Where are your manners, why are you crude?
Am I a prude, am I being rude?
I am not planning my actions,
I am experimenting with love?

You are old and you are wise.
And your experience makes me cry
While you lick my cunt and squeeze my tits.

Finger my ass while you suck my cunt dry
Let my orgasm moisten like a storm in the sky
I am yours for now and I want to be held
While you slurp up the cum
While you snort as you run.

Master I want you, deep and forever
A slave I will be, I will do, I will see
With a moments notice I will drop and obey
And you will penetrate deeply
And I surrender meekly.


As a youngster I dreamt of popping cherries
Of young women who had never known
A man's hard member inside their body.
I went through life sad and disappointed.

Then, I met my virgin when I was sixty.
I was just twenty years her senior.
She had a husband, a daughter and a life
And, of course, she had sex in her forty years.

Was she a virgin and in what sense?
If being a virgin is more than a medical term
Of breaking the hymen during one's first time;
She was a virgin in every manner and every way.

Kissing her lips brought her tongue to mine.
As the tips touched, I drew her in,
Through my lips and into my mouth.
She looked for the experience she had never felt.

Making love to her was like holding a child.
In suckling her breasts I felt like a baby
Drinking in the milk of my love mother.
In fact, I was filling my soul with her warmth.

Kissing the lips within the bush between her thighs
Brought a tongue from the folds into the light.
Nestled in my lips and into my mouth I would suck
While she did shudder and moan in pure delight.

Entering her was the first time for both of us.
A virgin experience in every way and every sense.
When I was sixty, I popped my love's cherry,
As we each experienced sex for the first time.

A Compliment

This my dear, is what I say:
My compliment to you
Is the nicest message that I know.
I think of you when I Jack Off

I once wrote this a long very time ago
To someone I loved and missed very much.
Yet I have not had feelings such as this,
Nor did I think that I ever would.

I now find myself alone at night
In bed with myself, playing with myself,
While I see you by my side, next to me
In the dark with your legs apart.

I softly touch you, play with you
As moisture forms between your lips
That are nestled in the hair between your thighs,
You are pink and warm and very soft inside.

Oh, how I love to touch you there
To feel your skin under my fingers
As they slide inside your warm body,
Causing moisture to turn into juice.

My tongue searches your open mouth.
I know my finger will soon follow
So you and I can lick the rich juice.
That we may taste your love as one.

I love the taste of love in love.
As if you in my mind you were reality
Instead of dreams un-drempt
Or just a night of lonely thoughts.

As my hand moves along my hardened shaft
I think of you, of us, of we together.
My movement increases as my eyes close,
Seeing your face twisted with pleasure.

I do love the way you wince
As I slowly lick and pinch and hold.
You beg to be entered as we move together
And I stroke harder, faster and harder.

With you beneath me, in my mind and soul
I drive myself, closing my eyes tightly
Before I scream as I shoot into the air
The life of no one, because no one is there.

I now hold you tenderly in my mind
As if you were a child at rest.
Softly, I touch your breast and kiss your lips
While you slowly drift into my thoughts.

I am weak and spent and fall asleep
With remembrance of us tumbling in my head
As we have sometimes tumble in our bed.
I am with you my dear as I Jack Off


I am the tip of Stephen's tongue.
And as I move slowly,
Ever so slowly,
On the nipple of your breast,

I feel the need to search,
To softly move within your mouth.
I am every bit the tip,
The center of my being touches a part of you.
Every fiber connects
As I move ever so slowly into your cunt.

I am Stephen's soul.
Compressed and timeless.
I am living as a single cell,
Yet, a cell is too large.

I am the infinite point which touches your love.
I am the connection which makes us one.
I am the tip of Stephen's tongue
And you are infinitely contained
Within the touch.
We are together.


If it's compliments you want, my dear.
Then you are the greatest fuck in the world.
It is your image that I most want to see,
Falling asleep with you in the arms of my mind.
Of all the women in the world,
Your eyes are the yes I see
When first my mind comes close to you.
Your lips are the lips I kiss,
Soft and moist they close about my tongue,
Sucking me into your mouth until it hurts
And drawing harder until it feels like cumming.
Your breasts are the breasts I feel
And whose nipples I suck, hard and pointed,
Darting into my mouth and around my tongue.
It is your hair that I feel
As my finger enters your sex,
Drawing from you the juices of love.
Of all the women in the world,
I smell the fragrance of your cunt,
And taste the sweetness of your juice.
I titillate the little devil, which grows,
Filled with love and lust and rage.
It is all that I can do to keep your hands away
From the tool that will explode if it is touched
And stroked and kissed and sucked.
It is you that I hold
As we writhe head to sex..
Your thighs holding my mouth to yours.
My hands keeping your mouth from mine,
While you yell, "now," and I hold my place.
"Now," you yell, "please, now."
And you, with me on top or you on top,
It doesn't matter,
Receive my cock with an easy thrust.
It is you that I see. It is this I say.
Not too long . . . I can't last. . . I want to please.
I exit from your cunt and again go down and suck
The sweet juices from your pussy.
I roll over and you sit on my face
And watch as my tongue enters your cunt.
Your hands fondle my face and my chest.
They reach for my cock and caress your breasts.
It is your face that I see,
Twisted with the cry that never comes
As you tear your pussy from my mouth
And sit on my throbbing cock.
It is us that I see,
As we bounce, fuck, hump, fuck, scream, fuck;
Like animals we fuck, you and I.
A life full of cum,
A head full of dreams.

If it's compliments you want, my dear.
Here's the greatest compliment that I know,
When alone at night, feeling of love,
I think of you when I jack-off.


Your pussy is a beautiful sight
Opening slowly in the night.
Like a blooming flower in the light
I behold its' wonder with delight.

Oh, how I would cherish
To dream of your smell
I do long for the taste
Which lives in your pussy.

I cherish the sight
Your smell in the night
A taste in the light
To kiss with delight.

The sight I would cherish
At night I would smell
In the light I would taste
The broth in your pussy!


What is it about menstruation,
That leads to masturbation?

Is it that people don't,
Or that some just won't?

Maybe they feel it's bad,
If so, that's really sad.

Possibly because they shouldn't,
Feeling that they couldn't.

Sloppy, bloody animal desire,
Caught up in a swirling mire.

Unable to satisfy the need,
To go ahead and plant a seed.

To not engage my wife,
In a reoccurring period of her life.

My dear, it's just fine,
You can have me anytime.

Why should masturbation,
Compensate during menstruation?


Last night you looked very nice.
You must smell very sweet.

Warm and sweet . . . nice and neat
Like a piece of meat!
No . . .
A clam !
A long neck?
Oh . . . Yes!
Between my lips.
Soft and juicy:
Yes . . . Hot!
You would rise to the feel of my tongue.
Like a clam . . .
Hot . . . Yes!
It's seafood that I want.
Yes . . . Hot

I want your seafood!
Hot . . . Yes


All work and no play
Ain't much fun today.
What I'd like to do
Is make love to you.

Looking at the ocean
Moving with undulating motion.
I fondle your breast
With my tongue in your nest.

I would lie close to you
Looking up at the blue.
There's a whiff of a cloud
And, the music is loud.
I touch your breast
I can imagine the rest,
Like a dream or a thought
Yet, I remember naught.

To dream of love,
Flying high like a dove.
Your pussy ... my tongue
Dripping sweetly ... moist and young

I think, it's love that you need
But you withhold the seed.
Making love would be dear
Yet, it's "no" that I hear.

It's hard to be alone,
To hang up the phone.
You want me so badly
I long for you sadly.

My dear ... in my dreams
My thought only seems:
Would you hold me so tightly
While I kiss you so lightly?

My dear, we'd have fun,
Making love in the sun.
What are you doing this afternoon?
Will you be coming home soon?


I called to wish you a Happy New Year
I called to hear your voice my dear
I called and got your machine . . .
Your fucking machine!

I wanted to fuck you.
I really miss you
I remember how you smell
There's so much I want to tell.
The New Year is here and full of dreams
And hopes for you and me.
But, I got the machine . . .
The fucking machine . . .

Fuck the resolutions . . .
Fuck the dreams
Why remember who I kissed
Or dream of what I miss
Have sucked . . . Will suck
Have eaten . . . Will eat
Have fucked . . . Will fuck
And, I got a machine . . .
A fucking machine . . .

I'm afraid of memories.
I'm so fucking tired of dreams
I don't want . . . I don't hope . . .
I don't wish . . . I don't need . . .

I just called to wish you a Happy New Year
I just called to hear your voice my dear
I just called and got your machine . . .
. . . Your Fucking machine


I wish I was a woman:

For, in thinking of sex
My pussy would drip
My nipples would point
The feeling would be wonderful.

But, I am a man:

And, thinking of you
Makes me stiff ... and drip
My throat gets dry
The feeling is not wonderful

But what are we

Are you thinking of me.
Does your pussy drip?
Do your nipples point?
Is the feeling wonderful?


You are like this!
Like a balloon,
Your breast fills as it is stroked.
Like a flower,
Your nipples swell with pollen.
Like a mushroom,
You're the magic in my mind.
Like a dream,
You're the thoughts that come to life.
Like a song,
You're the melody that I sing.
Like a sunset,
Your leaving fades away.


Will we do it,
Or will it never happen?
Will my tongue,
Never feel the softness of your breast?
Will my senses,
Never know the smell of your sex?
Will my soul,
Never understand the depth of your warmth?
Will my mind,
Never devour the sweetness of your thoughts?
Will our bodies remain statues,
And, are we destined to remain apart?
Will our tears never mix,
As our seeds unite?
Will we never fuck?

Well, maybe we will . . . !