The Brownies Understand

(Written with a chip clipped tongue, edited in cuffs, all according to the instructions of a TALENTED Dominant. (Thank you Sir)

They may be green,

And nasty, too.

But their collective hearts.

Are true.

And they know the hearts of damsels,

Through and through.

They hide in dark places.

And make plans inspired.

To corner a damsel,

When she’s at her most tired.

And give that submissive,

All that she’s desired.

It’s all the same.

They moan. They thrash.

The Brownies cinch each rope,

The damsel’s ass, they lash.

Her helpless thrill harkens

An epic orgasmic crash.

And the brownies, They celebrate their win.

Just before another climax is to begin.

They give her so much….

It would be a sin

(If she admitted she wanted it.)

The brownies never get to keep the girl.

That’s just not how it’s planned.

They grant the damsel’s collared dreams.

Only the brownies truly understand.