Kinky Ragdoll

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My favorite ginger pain slut.
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I.

My little kinky ragdoll
rescued from the street
like a pathetic little pussy
begging at my feet.

My very own redhead sex kitten
to do with as I please
needing domination, needing pain
like you need air to breathe.

Tying you up real nice
a perverted pin-up doll
ropes, chains, leather straps, my favorite vice
squeezing your pale tits till they turn purple.

Never going back, where you came from
never saying no to your master
taking my whip with grace, taking my gun
and begging me to go faster.

Shocking how much I shock you
with your favorite high-tech toy
feeling more alive with every volt, pain so true
a writhing milky body, streaked with red, a living toy.


II.

Dressing up my kinky ragdoll
in the finest satin lace
taking you out to a debutante ball . . .
hiding shame on your pretty face.

Dancing with the devil in the neon light
with all the other billionaire clowns
spinning round and round, gliding through a surreal night
in a sea of dirty evening gowns.

A redhead Raggedy Anne, feeding on red tape
moving your limp limbs wherever I command
a prim and proper puppet, whipped into shape
the belle of the ball, Princess of La-La-Land.

A tear falls down your cheek, full of salt
followed by more and more . . .
a thin royal facade, finding a fault
breaking down on the dance floor.

Running to the powder room
running from the truth
chasing you into the powder room . . .
chasing the truth.


III.


Punishing my kinky ragdoll
for causing a scene, hurting my reputation
whipping you harder than ever
in my gilded dungeon.

Stretched out on a rack
purging your tears with pain
lashing that fine leather all over your back
gazing at your wincing face in a mirror, listening to the rain.

Whipping you raw
still begging for more . . .
no more mistakes
my dirty little whore.

Fucking Alice nice and hard, in chains
a naughty bitch, getting choked,
learning your lesson like a well-trained
pussy, purring with every stroke.

Swallow my cum, like a good girl
everything will be all right
you'll never wake up from this dark fairy tale . . .
never wake up from my endless night.

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