Wednesday, 6 July 2011

Pet Shelter

She heard the clatter of
two of everything and knew
she would eat alone again and her
collar felt suddenly
tighter on her slender neck
heavier than her heart in which she
knew they were tired of her and had
found a new pet
some slutty schoolgirl like she had been
eager to learn and to
submit to Sir or Madam
happy to be safe and secure
permanently sore and aroused
and she couldn’t help but
stir her buttocks against her heels to
jolt the double-plug within her
always-available but now
neglected innards as she
wondered whether there was an
Old Pet’s Shelter somewhere for
girls like her or whether she would have to
pretend to be what
passed for normal in an
otherwise empty world.

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