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the game

Contributed by Cancer on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 10:40:30 AM in AEST
Topic: fantasy



her black stilleto heel
ground into my face
memories of cold pavement
transferred by dirty taste
i lick her soles
as she pats my head
and if i'm a good boy
she'll chain me to the bed

my leash is tightened
as the show begins
she whips me til i cry
in front of all of her friends
naked and prone
in front of leering eyes
they get off on my suffering
it's no surprise
beaten like a dog
used like a slave
but, i smile through the pain
because i love the game

when the show is over
i get my treat
and i leave my liquid reward
streaked across her feet
she's asleep before i finish
so i lick up the mess
and sop up the random fluids
that the game has left
tie my leash to the bed
then curl up on the floor
cuz when my mistress wakes
she'll wanna play some more




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-11-08 10:40:30]
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Re: the game (User Rating: 1 )
by tease_whizz on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 12:04:28 PM AEST
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i have a feeling i'm only taking away a surface meaning from this, but i love it anyway. the subject matter is dealt with excellently and its really my kind of thing. love it, keep writing. x


Re: the game (User Rating: 1 )
by jaeann on Saturday, 8th November 2003 @ 07:23:42 PM AEST
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sooooooooooooooo funny.....i love it......reminds me of the power exchange in S.F.

oh my goodness.......as always great write!!!!!!!


Re: the game (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 9th November 2003 @ 02:26:44 AM AEST
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lol made me laugh for some odd reason
'she's asleep before i finish'
Loved that line lol

Bobo (Joel)




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