I used to have a mistress;
she wore black leather boots
& fishnets kept up by a garter belt;
her **** were always out &
big & saggy; I loved my mistress
to this day; I miss her spankings
& even her strap-on which
she used to punish before
making me

kneel to eat her blonde ******;
there were plenty of juicy
slave girls in the stable &
I was lucky enough to be
chosen for a stud; blindfolded
& wrung out like an endless
cactus of needles piercing soft
bleeding flesh for nights on end;
I had another mistress who wore
white lace but who held court
in the basement below where
the darkness was darker, the
whip sting more excruciating,
her strap-on sinking deeper.
the nights longer; the slave girls
uglier, blindfolded & unseeing
their welcome abuse;

I loved both my mistresses; one
mistress of darkness, the other of
light; each getting as good as she got;
both Mistresses loving the torment
of being held down bound helpless
& naked, taken & smothered
by the naked young bodies of
the wrathful slaves refusing
the finish; not letting them ***
til dawn

which was Sunday & being devout
Catholics they went to church
inviting any of us who wanted
to go; I always said no cuz I
smoked ****** & drank & wasn't
gonna repent for ****