Freddie Fetish
Freddie wanted to explore his sexuality,
Thought perhaps perversion’s pleasure and could be just the thing for me.
Freddie bought the intro pack from BondagePerv.com.
The quality wasn’t brilliant. But what could possibly go wrong?
Freddie knew some might call it deviant, but Freddie didn’t care.
Freddie loved his gimp suit, butt plug and inflatable bondage chair.
Freddie was delighted with what he’d bought online,
He was ready for a trial run and now was a good time.
Freddie looked first at the butt plug with a little consternation.
He had to say, it looked quite large for its ultimate location.
Freddie consulted the instruction sheet to see what it would say
And read, “For maximum pleasure you must insert it all the way!”
Freddie poked around and prodded , got it maybe halfway there,
And then at last, sat down real fast, and plugged his derriere.
Freddie found, though slightly painful, that idea worked just fine.
His plug was now located where the sun don’t care to shine.
Freddie found his new addition an eye-watering sensation,
And quickly made a mental note- Next time more lubrication.
Freddie’s gimp suit was a struggle cos it was a little tight.
He eventually got in to it but not without a fight.
Freddie checked his reflection in the mirror. Felt he looked the real deal
Mr Gimp within his suit - rubberised sex appeal .
Freddie thought this bondage lark is definitely addictive.
Though tight rubber round his bits and bobs was uncomfortably restrictive.
Freddie’d not read the instructions, so how was he to know?
He should have used a lot more talc to stop chafing down below.
Freddie now turned his attention to his inflatable bondage chair.
Got busy with a foot pump and filled it full of air.
Freddie now made his big mistake, forgot he was alone,
Sat down in the bondage chair and the padlocks all clicked home.
Freddie now then found himself in a dire situation.
Locked fast to his loveseat but couldn’t undo the combination.
Freddie looked around in panic, a quick release catch clearly missing.
Whats worse he was now certain, he could hear the sound of something hissing.
Freddie slowly realised the hiss was of escaping air,
He was well and truly shackled to a fast deflating chair.
Freddie shortly found himself spreadeagled lying on his back,
His wrists and ankles securely chained like a victim on the rack.
Freddie tried to shout for help but no one heard his muffled cries
Freddie’s future looking bleak, just a rubber clad demise
Freddie finally remembered someone who’s always there for you
Perhaps his final breath before early death - “Alexa tell me what to do?”
Alexa’’s non-judgemental she just gets on and serves,
Her algorithm’s not too fazed by helping stranded pervs.
Alexa never gets embarrassed and wasted little time
Did the only thing she could to help. Made a call to nine nine nine.
…………………………………
Freddie told the fireman he’d just done it for a dare.
The fireman give a knowing smile and cut Freddie from his chair.
Freddie told the paramedic it was just a bit of harmless fun.
The paramedic helped him from his suit removed the butt plug from his bum.
Freddie thought he’d be put off for ever but I guess we just dont know?
He’s seen an ad for nipple clamps - perhaps he’ll have another go!
