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An Ode To Algolagnia

Nowhere did he touch her              
more              
than the middle of her mind              
               
He tortured her with                
choices              
humiliations of every kind              
               
a limitless pool to draw              
from              
looks and smells and loosing control              
               
he'd offer her stained              
clothing              
things too big or things too small              
               
a one cup bra and loose              
panties              
or no underwear at all              
               
his gift to her was              
freedom              
to choose her personal disgrace                
               
she’d sob and pick the lessor              
evil              
that keeps her in her place              
               
and through it all she loves              
him              
plucking from a plethora of choices
Written by SirRichard
Published | Edited 25th May 2017
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