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Doing the Phone FemDom thing, when you screw with me, I will cut you to the bone. I will make fun of your flaccid, useless penis, kick you in the balls, tell all your friends about your weird fetish for snot balloons, take a strap-on to your quivering ass, or maybe even coerce you into admitting your penchant for Man Sperm despite your trophy wife, two-car garage and white picket fence.
I will right-in-your-face cheat on your loser ass while you kneel helplessly at the side of the bed, The Humbler firmly in place, a constant reminder of your diminished status. I will feed you your own load, clip you, clamp you, tie you, beat you, denigrate you, punish you, hurt your, defile you, embarrass you …
… well, you get the picture.
But I’m not always in FemDom mode; and I certainly don’t EVER believe that creating Female Domination FANTASIES gives me or anyone else the right to be rude, catty, and/or downright stupid. Integrity matters ALWAYS. And some gals just don’t have it. And so there’s this, which I wrote a while ago to a certain person who knows exactly who she is and what she did.
it sucks to be you
you’re a fucked up fraulein:
a plain-jane low-rent coward
bending over for cake crumbs
whispering and pointing and snarling
it sucks to be you
you’re a flimflam malingerer:
a hardscrabble box-of-bitch
kissing ass for nickles
sniffing and scratching and digging
it sucks to be you
you’re a wannabe who never was:
weightless and incidental
polishing apples for illegal tender
creeping and bowing and scraping
it sucks to be you
you’re a prayer-less maobite:
always outside looking in
falling all over your sorry self
crawling and grasping and whining
it sucks to be you
you’re a masticating pit bull:
ugly as sin and three times stupid
humping for your kibble and bits
snarling and chawing and slobbering
it sucks to be you
you’re an emaciated vampiress:
starving on the rancid bloat of envy
selling your abscessed flesh for scraps
mewling and whimpering and cringing
it sucks to be you
you’re a cheap trick in a shabby dress:
a bumbling beatitude of bad taste
licking boots for pennies on the dollar
fawning and kowtowing and abjuring
it sucks to be you
you’re a mercenary seductress:
salad-tossing your exiguous integrity
spreading your legs for niggardly churls
anguishing and bewailing and deprecating
it sucks to be you
you’re a counterfeit salome:
crossing your fingers behind your heart
putting out for the price of a song
sneaking and rooking and shafting
it sucks to be you
you’re the monkey on your own back:
the motherfucker of bad intention
fucking and sucking for peanuts
again and again and again
it sucks to be you
you’re a vagabond floozy:
a facsimile behind dime store lipstick
on your knees with your squalid mouth
swallowing and swallowing and swallowing
it sucks to be you
you’re a sideshow roustabout:
a blow-up doll for the midway rubes
flexing and opening at the drop of a hat
shifting and crooking and undulating
it sucks to be you
you’re a pink-collared hireling
nothing more and much more less
faking bastard orgasms on the bum
feigning and spoofing and dissembling
it sucks to be you
you’re an off-the-shelf goddess:
an unkempt tragedy of vassal-hood
giving it up for swill and slop
ravening and itching and craving
it sucks to be you
but most of all
you are what you aren’t:
and you will never be me
♥————–♥
Oh yeah, I was fuming. And thanks to Mr. Boston for reminding me of this poem and wanting to know all the juicy behind-the-scenes gossip. Not that he got any. Gossip, that is. Integrity counts, Mr. Boston! Even if you are kneeling in front of me masturbating while I’m showing you video of your girlfriend with the CFO of your company. *wink*
Your ability to put words together is astounding and outrageously sexy. Bravo!
“starving on the rancid bloat of envy.”
What a great line!
Even when fuming, you are a magnificent wordsmith.
Well other than wow what a great poem. I have to say, it would really suck to be the person that gets you bent out of shape!
Great writing, maam.