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
I shout “Thank you, Sir!”
For each lash.
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