Nine Lives

Purring until my throat is raw
Licking away your cum
Basking in the scent of my master

Knowing only the feel of steel;
Collars
Chains
And whips for pleasure

Living in my own litter box
Your basement in the middle of my playground;
The woods

Hoping one day your soul will rot as has mine
By giving you ‘fleas’ and ‘ticks’