Pendulum #poem

 

in his strange museum
me on the table tied
I was very well stretched
my belly was bare only
.
but I was immobilized
so I had then watched
the moving pendulum
to each of its run end
.
of a notch it was descending
so I was very scared of it
and of its blade so sharpen
who was going to touch me
.
and me I will be gutted
my blood would be flowing
and I was going to be dying
very long it had lasted
.
so of fear i cried
and I begged him
but he continued
it had to excite him
.
the blade touched me
my belly inside i pulled it
but soon i had expired
the blade touched me
.
then it had stopped
a lot I had sweated
I was wet totally
and also I was excited
.
the blade was displaced
on me he had climbed
and then he fucked me
but I was not resisting
.
because of pleasure I shouted
often we do it again
because this DIY mounting
it was very safe then
.
because we had made it
just for fun of using it
to be able to reconstituting
this torture so outdated