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The Cure

As spider man slips
from the office

I imagine

She will
greet him.

In vinyl
corset
and thigh-high
      Vinyl boots
[ALL BLACK]
Riding crop
     held poised.

“The KIDS are at practice.”


He will
(immediately)
lower
eyes
           (and body)
to floor.

“Yes Mistress.”

Without further word
     basement bound,
     ball gag slipping into place
     easily,
lanky body
tightening
     restraints
draw arms
     -above head-

whipping begins.
Written by BlueDogmaPoet
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