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’
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’