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The whiskey
Is smooth
As his skin
Beneath the
Animal
Scent
Restraints
He wears
With such pride
And rebellion
The scent
Of his unknowing
Behind the drink
He takes
To hide
The sight of his
Head
Bowed
In contrition
The sound
Of his desperate
Whisper
Whimper
Moan
"Please, Mistress..."
The taste
Of the sweat
That drips
From beneath
His collar
The touch
Of goose bumps
On his skin
As I run
My hands
Soft
Over his
Chain
Weighted
Chest
The smell
Of his fear
Under leather
Harnessed
Is enough to
Turn my head
To thoughts
Between
My thighs
His ass
Red and stinging
With the prints
Of my hand
And my whip
Will open
For me
On command
No bourbon
Can keep all
The pain
From surging
Through
His senses
No leather
Can enforce
The submission
Of this bad, bad
Man
But the mind
Of his Mistress
Will take him
Places
No smell
But hers
Can go
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