Tied to an abandoned factory wall
Like Saint Andrew’s cross
Naked as the day I was born
Cat-o-nine tails
Trails in stale, humid air
You compare
Me to former subbies
You call me a slut
You cut my flesh
You wound my heart
You spread my legs further apart
You finger my labia
You rub my clit
You offer a kiss
Instead you spit
You tease me
You taunt me
You put alligator clips on my nipples
You jam three fingers into my vagina
A reminder of the three ways
in which you will fuck me
You bring me to the verge
And step back
You crack the cat
Across my breasts
Gesture for my effect
I gasp
“Thank you, Sir!”
With each lash.
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