Brittny

by Peter Loaf
inspired by the art of EmmaS

- do not use without the author's and artist's permission.


Daughter of power, been raised to rule
Prep schools and ivy, finishing school
Chained in a basement, shivering cool
Helpless and naked, a bloody fool

Stockings and long gloves, my collar wide
Cheek piercing ring gag, nowhere to hide
Chained in the center, my hands are tied
Seven clowns circle, my rights denied

Nipple rings pinching, their painful bite
Elbow bar spreading, strapping so tight
Bozo face make-up, a fearsome sight
Seven clowns circle, a pagan rite

Masking their features, their painted grins
Helpless and frightened, repenting sins
Tied up and tethered, circling fins
Pussy drip smelling, my nature wins

Seven clowns circle, their zippers down
Seven pricks pointing, clowning around
Shackled and hopeless, my passion found
High hot and horny, my pleading sound

The fat one giggles, comes dancing close
His belly jiggles, my closing nose
Gripped by my tresses, my helpless pose
Gag gargle gasping, his jizzum flows

The next one’s midget, bringing a box
Chained in a basement, forest of cocks
Daughter of power, hounds with a fox
Subbie state shelter, couple of jocks

Lifted to tiptoes, cock in my throat
Tethered to fixture, I get no vote
Double end diddle, rocking the boat
The jocks deposit, tonsils to coat

Then it gets blurry, too many men
Yard full of roosters, the only hen
Gang banging party, the lion’s den
Pony training circus, never know when