A Little Tantrum, A Little Torture

How he is tortured for his anger…

Diva's Loving Leadership

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Every time

He has a little tantrum

He gets a little torture.

He plays the harp

Begging me forgiveness

For some nonsense

He shouldn’t have said.

I chip a nail

As I use the crop

Reddening his ass

For the third time this week.

He’s going to be locked

In chastity for that

Much longer

He can blame his little tantrum

But every chance I get

I wear my tightest jeans

While bending over

Within inches of his cock

And tie my own shoelaces

Slowly

Into neat little bows.

Every time

He has a little tantrum

He gets a little torture.

Diva’s Loving Leadership (c) 2016

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About dave94015

interested in alternative relationships, visual artist, erotic romance writer and reviewer of erotica, drug rehab clinic intern - mid 20's
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