The Sub With the Gaping Hole
There once was a sub with a gaping hole,
A proud little badge of his long term goal.
He wiggled and bragged with a goofy grin,
“Look what my training has broken in.”
Each week his Mistress would up the game,
New toys arrived that barely had names.
The small ones vanished like they never existed,
The medium ones barely even resisted.
Then came the big ones, tall as a pole,
And somehow he still said, “Yeah, sure, let’s roll.”
He shuffled around like a circus trick,
Happy as hell that he made her pick.
Neighbors would ask why he walked so slow,
He just smirked and said, “You don’t wanna know.”
Friends would wonder about his odd little strut,
He whispered, “Training,” and tightened his butt.
Now he is famous in Mistress’s crew,
Known as the guy who can take the new new.
He bows and giggles like this is his role,
Forever the sub with the gaping hole.
