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.