This is where I took your bliss,
After I'd been fucked so hard,
I still obey Sir's every wish,
And suck the member, even if marred,
To some, by where it had just been.
They'd never do such nasty things,
Sir felt it needed a good clean,
And, pressed to throat, it made him sing
A grunt or two, knowing I'm owned,
And Owners do just as they wish:
Coming on chest if I've atoned
Enough for Him not to insist
That Sir should flog my little tits,
Before filling his slut with piss...
I am stirred, but never shaken, Sir knows how he'll awaken
The passion in his little vixen, even when I keep my knicks on.