Masochistic Masquerade

Take off that sparkling evening gown
let your inhibitions melt away
join me, darling
in a masochistic masquerade

Wearing nothing but a mask, bound and gagged
with twelve complete strangers
no faces, no names, just wine and pleasure
flavored with pain

London town is foggy tonight
foggier in here
whipping you all over, in a dreamy haze
living out our implausible fantasies

No pause in the action
relentless blows from every direction
a perfect female sub, satisfying your appetite
for male domination

Stretched on a rack, many sins to confess
to many false witnesses
a dirty girl with a dirty mind
coming clean with riding crops

Leather collar, leather leash
leading you around this classy palace
feeding you to the wolves
howling to the moon

Prove you love me
by taking twelve cocks
in all three holes
until you break

Hard fucking British studs, in three-piece suits
bollocks to the wall
hot wax dripping on red tits
with only a mask to hide your pathos

A harlequin veneer on your pretty face
tragedy and comedy
night and day
black and white, then . . . just white

Plastered with jizz
a bittersweet reward, and now
saving the best for last
shot number thirteen, from your soulmate

Sucking out every last drop
savoring the moment
never wanting this night to end
never wanting to let me go, but . . .

Big Ben strikes twelve, and we stumble out
to the real, cold world . . .
the misty, indifferent,
iridescent night.