Psalm

The clock is my enemy; i shall not watch.
It maketh me insane from the wanting.
It leadeth me to tears of loneliness.
It increaseth my need.
It leadeth me to tears of frustration from waiting for his touch.

Yea, though we walk through the valley of the shadow of work,
I will fear no whipping, for thou dost own me.
Thy leash and thy crop, they comfort me.
Thou preparest sweet tortures for me in the privacy of our playroom.
Thou annointest my ass with lube; and then thou fucketh it.

Surely bondage and discipline shall follow me all the days of my life and i will live in the collar of my Master forever

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