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The Masochist

These nice young men came up to me and said ‘sweet would you mind’
‘Having sex with us together, since you’re masochistically inclined ‘
It seemed a rather tempting thought, domination by two men
So I said yes immediately because I might not get asked again

They were so very efficient booking hotel rooms and times
They told me to wear leather and to wash under my arms
They told me I’d be beaten first to make sure I submitted
Then I would have to plead for sex to ensure I was committed

Well this sounded jolly sport to me - I even offered more
To beg them [like a poodle] whilst grovelling on the floor
As long as they overpowered me and covered me with lust
I’d even let them put a bulldog clip on outstretched bust

They said they’d tie me up with rope to the posters of the bed
And torture me with feathers till I was screaming off my head
But then they had an afterthought - they’d gag me – that was best
Because hotel walls are rather thin and I might disturb the guests

And then they talked about the birch and then about the cane
About withholding sex for hours in fact they made it plain
That I was going to go through hell I’d even miss my lunch
It sounded simply wonderful and I was pleased as punch

So masterful the two of them so manly proud and strong
I couldn’t wait and sure enough the big day came e’er long
And I washed my arms and fanny and I donned the leather thong
Put on my cardy and my trousers and caught the bus – the ninety one

Well I walked into the hotel room, it wasn’t a good omen
They were arguing [for goodness sake] about who’d be first in coming
And they were nearly naked and I nearly had a fit
My God I thought and panicked, what would I do with all their bits?

Well I never got the whipping and I never got the cane
They never tied me to the bed post or birched me until I came
I never saw a feather, gag, had to wait for either guy
Because one came in his silly thong and the other was far too shy