Missing: Sexy, Black Bustier It’s been missing for almost two years – it simply disappeared My Fredrick’s of Hollywood, sexy, black bustier I don’t think I’ll ever forget how I lost–somewhere in the wintry frost One of my favorite pieces of seductive lingerie His wife was out of town for two nights – He bought me a short, pleated skirt – off white Finally together – my lover and I had a sinful slice of quality time My panties still get very wet – whenever I think of it – I sweat So I told myself that I must put this erotic time into rhyme I was a passenger in his car, unknowing – demanding, “Where are we going?” I can still hear myself ask in frustration to this day I remember it was snowing – I asked yet again, “Where in the Hell are we going?” He looked at me voraciously like a stern hunter does his prey “It’s a secret.” He replies, slyly grinning – “it must be good,” my mind is spinning Yet, I know deep within he isn’t going to give in and tell me We drove through Uptown with me still guessing – I was beside myself- distressing I had no clue where we were going – it was a fucking mystery! “I thought we were going for dim-sum?” – “Not yet, my naughty one.” He said to me, still grinning, making me wonder, why? Now, my heart beats fast and wild – still as curious as a child We stop at a quaint, white and brown stucco apartment nearby I had no idea where this adventure would lead – No idea what would proceed Suddenly, as quick as a heartbeat, a blindfold covered my eyes! Quickly, I was pushed through a door – I had never been here before Unfamiliar hands pulled up my skirt, exposing my black thighs highs. “She’s pretty,” I heard a woman whisper on the wind, – then, strangers softly stroking my skin They pulled me forward, leading to somewhere unbeknownst to me Now, bending me over a large, soft bed – a female hand stroking the black silky hair on my head I heard a male voice say a loud, “Thank you for the gift, she looks very naughty!” They pulled up the hem of my skirt – took off my black sweater and white skirt I felt unfamiliar hands slapping bare skin, high on my thighs, near my ass “Do you like being our toy? You can answer – no need to be coy.” I only smiled – as if the naughtiest girl in the class. “What a sexy bustier – a lovely piece of lingerie!” The woman said with her admiring eyes One by one she undid the clasps – upon removing it, I gasped! One by one she removed my black lace panties and silky black, thigh highs After they stripped me completely bare – they pulled upon my long, tousled hair And then captured me inside a web of black nylon restraints upon the bed Beside me, I felt her sit – near the end of the bed, he firmly flicked my clit My arms restrained, – and my legs stretched far, until they were widely spread The rest of a night was a blissful blur – spankings, stroking, and demanding whispers I could hardly believe that this was real and happening to me! I could tell my reader so much more – but then, this poem would be too long – a bore I might end this poem now and leave you with your fantasies. But, I must tell you this, my reader, my friend – before this poem reads, The End When we left, I felt so high, so warm, and flustered – I didn’t fully dress In my hands, I swear I had my black bustier! – Yes, my favorite piece of lingerie! I must’ve left it behind with strangers, or dropped it somewhere in the snow, I guess. –Mia (Inspired by Mr. B)