The Masochist’s Lament
She twists and tugs, with wicked glee,
His cock, so hard and throbbing free
Oh how she loves this game they play,
He begs for more, she knows he’ll stay
She pulls and pinches, spanks and squeezes,
He writhes in pain, his breath it freezes
But oh the pleasure that comes with pain,
He’s hers to use, her little toy again
She licks her lips as she sees his desire,
Her touch is torture that leaves him on fire
His need for release is all-consuming,
But with each tease she leaves him fuming
For hours she’ll play until he breaks,
And when he does, oh how he aches!
She watches him writhe in agony sweet,
He’s hers to control, all hers to keep.
So if you see them playing this game,
Don’t be fooled by his cries of shame
For he loves every second of this torture,
And she loves being his one true conqueror.
