by Madison Grayman
the back ring slides on
then the post
then slide on the teeth
oh the teeth
five tiny teeth of acrylic
not so menacing one might think
then the cage
a flash of tiny steel and brass
click
i am chaste
You start to speak
i start to feel small
You strike at my desires
blood starts to flow
You start explaining
my Pleasure
my Pain
belong to You
the teeth start to bite
those tiny pointed post
my sex begins to throb
to pulse
You speak more
Your voice as deadly as any whip
You know exactly what you are doing
I moan
I whimper
I fall naked to my knees
agony and pain
the teeth are winning
You are winning
the pain harsh
unforgiving
You own my pleasure
You own my pain
oh the teeth
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