The Embezzler

by Peter Loaf
with photos from S-Art.de

- do not use without the author's permission.


“Tell her I’ll see her,” intercom call
The boss disgruntled, ending the stall
Meeting he’s dreading
To jail he’s heading
Big Nordic woman, well built and tall

“He will see you now,” his office door
The Viking striding, Valkyrie chore
The door I listen
Nosy, not missin’
“Ten million dollars, or even more?”

A shout of protest, a crashing blast
The door jerked open, boss running past
His gun in his hand
A desperate man
Wide eyed and raging, killer miss-cast

Seeing me clearly, flicker of fear
“How ‘bout you join me, needing you near”
The gun is shaking
The aim he’s taking
The bridge of my nose, “after you dear”

With me his hostage, we get away
Hands bound behind me, I have no say
Driven for hours
Within his powers
High in the mountains, the break of day

“Place I discovered, hole in the wall”
“The cash is stashed, our port of call”
“Some time required”
“Some sex desired”
“Ever been harnessed, sleep in a stall?”

Pony girl hostage, the training quick
For each resistance, whistling stick
Harnessed desire
A frequent flyer
Blame the Viagra, his stiffened wick


The summer passing, passion and pain
His bondage constant, I must remain
The training sessions
Pony girl lessons
Beastie of burden, spirit to drain

Slave Master setup, helpless and bare
Property private, his secret lair
Secret revealing
Master appealing
Wrinkled and balding, starting to care

Ten Million dollars, crossing my mind
Give me ten million, you’ll never find
A pony girl trained
A pony restrained
Someday he’ll trust me, his watch I’ll wind

Tame little darkie, biding my time
White massa stupid, amateur crime
The jewels unearthing
A plot I’m birthing
Catching him sleeping, his bell I chime

Heart stopping moments, finding the keys
Escaping my harness, off into trees
Big bag of bling blings
Ten million good things
His treasure stolen, and bound to please

Once in safe haven, out of law’s reach
Call up and tell them, the dirty leach
Embezzler tied
All ready to ride
Turning the tables, a lesson to teach

Still in the darkness, I dream of him
Masterly Master, pony girl kim
Better sex never
I’m not so clever
My life on the lamb, pacific rim

Careful investing, hiding my gelt
Missing my Master, my harness felt
Pony girl pining
Her white knight shinning
Smooth bottom gripping, wishing for welt