Mummy Bound on Halloween Night

In the glow of pumpkins, with a grin so wide,
I stand as a mummy, with no place to hide.
Bound tight in my wrappings, I feel every strain,
As Mistress approaches, igniting the pain.

Her laughter is sweet, yet it sends a cold chill,
With each teasing whip, my heart’s bound to thrill.
The night holds a power, a wicked delight,
As she claims my submission beneath the pale light.

The bandages tug, a reminder of fate,
In this game of dominance, I tremble and wait.
For Halloween’s magic is cruel and divine,
And I’m hers to command, as I shudder and pine.

So here in my wrappings, I feel the dark tease,
A night filled with pleasure, and oh, such unease.
In the shadow of pumpkins, with each crack of the lash,
I surrender to her, lost in this Halloween bash.