Share her.
Meet her.
Experience her.
With you.
Our hope,
our desire
was to make it fun for all.
Especially for me.
I needed to show my submission.
Show my devotion
To you
My Master
Collared
Bound
Gagged
I became an observer.
And observe I did.
I saw you touch her.
Whisper to her.
Enjoy her.
Like a toy.
I got it.
She is a toy to you.
Yes, a person too
That you treat with respect.
That you consider her thoughts, feelings and boundaries.
You like her (but don't love)
But she is a toy nonetheless.
A toy that provides pleasure to you.
The pleasure of making her moan.
The pleasure of making her squirm.
The pleasure of making her wait.
For you.
To dominate.
As you teased her
You gazed at me.
You wanted me to feel
Your excitement
The thrill of having both of us
I wanna feel your fire
I wanna feel your joy
Let me blow your mind
I'm your sex toy
I wanted to but sadly not.
I felt many things but excitement wasn't one of them.
Your original toy fell down dark hole of despondency.
With no visible way to find the light again.
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