not with ropes or chains
or high heeled ladies in catsuits
and LED lit ears
spiked boots and gloomy music
in a dungeon
far below the earths surface
as they insult me with lies and fantasys
where i did this or that
and now i must be punished
starting with this
and then that.
sooooo much of this, by the way. so much. omg. like woah.
and then i have to clean up.
you can always tell how easy a man has it by how soft his hands are.
how few calluses, scratches, divots, tears.
the affluent have scars, just not on their hands.
but i dont torture myself that way either.
i listen to news stations and political shows all day
and all night.
waiting for something juicy to come from the droning and speculation
but it rarely does.
still, i wait.