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my denim eyed instrustor

He sits in his chair....watching and waiting
Wants me to break.... as he's contemplating  
"Tulips" is my word...its my way out  
But I want him to take me.....true this,no doubt  
His clamps,cuffs,gaggers and shockers galore  
give me chills up my spine and make my drool pool the floor  
he gave me a pet name I'm his kitten "cocoa"  
 Because with whipped cream and chocolate he never says no  
My colonel,instructor, I would soon like to see  
His kittens been naughty...wish he'd come punish me  
I diddle to thoughts he puts in my mind  
Of thumb Cuffs and chokers I wish that were mine  
His kitten can't scratch through her black leather mittens  
But if she could he'd fill her with  venom  
i'd believe that its all worth it there's something within him    
From my instructor with eyes made of  denim
Written by masochisticmistres (Sierra)
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