Spiderbind
by Peter Loaf


Four legged spider, holding within
Anal ring gripping, a bowling pin
Tippi-toes lifting
My weight Im shifting
The captive complete, the games begin

Vibrating thingy, clipped to my clit
The pain amazing, wish I could shit
Nipple clips matching
A plot hes hatching
Camera crew circles, and here I sit

My rigger chuckles, spider to fly
Balanced on phalanx, tough to deny
A chain hoist rattle
Losing my battle
Pussy juice squirting, suspended tie

Bladder and colon, swinging above
His rough hands smacking, pushing they shove
Tracks in the ceiling
The squeaky wheeling
Slaughter house rustic, the scene I love

The crowd applauding, hole in the floor
My bottom hanging, wet to my core
Japanese party
Ceiling show arty
Black magic woman, screaming for more

Spiderbind