I give him little, pet names and wonder which one sticks
and then insult his manhood - the silly little prick's
barely worth considering: I brush it with my toes;
I wonder whether c.b.t. is right for him?
Suppose
I crush his worm-like member and squeeze his ugly sack
until they are quite tender, will he like the attack?
Or will he cry out: "Mistress, how could you treat me so?"
Forgetting what he begged for.
With every torrid blow
I bring him close to coming and worshiping his queen
and messing up my nice floor with dollops of man-cream;
He will enjoy my flogging him, even as he licks
all the nasty residue...
I wonder if it sticks
in his vile craw, will he ever be the same?
Let him be anonymous - He isn't worth a name.
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