her whip caresses my thighs,
her corset sparkles in the moonlight.
i lick the blood from her boots,
my mistress approves.
her heel comes down on the small of my back.
i cry out, and she pulls me to her breast to silence me.
i breathe in the scent of the latex,
the last scent i will ever know.













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