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MsBitchGoddess -> Poem (1/7/2011 3:26:49 AM)
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In the Court of the Bondage Queen
The Whips they Crack. The Slaves they Dance,an It's such a Lively scene
As many a Slave. Is Caught in a Trance.In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
Her Ropes and Chains,hold Victims tight. Its a Wild and Darkend Dream.
All are just Her Toys of Pain and Pleasure. Inthe Court of the Bondage Queen.
Her kneeling Conquests Dare not Move. As Permission has not been Deemed
They Stand so Still like Statuesof Clay.In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
As Daylight Fades the Dungeon Comes Alive. The Torture makes many Scream.
She cranks Rack Wheels,but just for a Stretch. In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
Her Slaves they Dance to the Tune of Her Whip. The Cell walls echo the Screams.
Where Battered Bodies pay the Toll. In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
Then the morning Light revealls the Sights. That only the Night has Seen.
Still all Her Playthings have no Regrets.In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
You unruly Slaves best Beware, and walk the Path of the Serene
Or you may be in there for Life. In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
With Enemas and Chastity Belts. She Cuckolds them so Keen.
Far Pleasure is only a Mistress' Right. In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
Little males She loves to Feminize, and watch them Primp and Preen.
You Sissy Girls will learn your Place. In the Court of the Bondage Queen.
Created from the Dark mind
of Ms Bitchgoddess
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