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Don't Ruin Your Mistresses Art

I sit, quietly there, drawing
The winter sun coming through
The shadows from my pen disrupted
From his hand reaching out, taking my pen,
Ruining my drawing as he sets it aside
He kneels in front of me, gazing
His stupid hazel eyes look into mine
I hate him in that moment
I wish he would take his hands off me
He knew he was breaking the rules
Because I do not want this, at all
At least not right now, not with him
I do not want his hand sliding up
My jean covered thigh, ever so slowly
I do not want his breath on my neck
As his hand keeps reaching higher and higher
He doesn't hear my knife flip open
And he doesn't quite feel the knife
Until he feels it against his throat
I guide him back, careful not to cut him
I gently scold him about ruining my drawings
And remind him of the proper way to greet me
His eye lower as I take my knife away
He bends down and takes my foot,
With a soft sigh he kisses my feet
With a stupid grin he smiles at me
How tired I am of this this disobedience
I tell him to go do his chores and
That we can play later, if he is good
He will never be good, he enjoys it;
The punishments far, far too much
But it is nice to have such an obedient slaveboy
Written by BlueBeastGirl (Beasty)
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