A pretty little plaything,
never questioning your will,
finally rebels,
gets a mark on her skin.
Compelled to lose control,
obey your every whim,
forced to feel ashamed,
tear falls from cheek to chin.
A pretty little plaything
once again surrenders,
do what you do best
and let the game begin.
© Anonymous92126
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