by Peter Loaf
My Master’s fetish, His doggy suit
Across the ballroom, stumping along
To plumbing tethered, enema bag
The plug returning, the pain intense
Pussy lips dripping, for all to see
Lifted to table, vibrating cock
Rocking and reaming, filling my cunt .
Spotty white canvas, tight as a boot
Ring gag and muzzle
Limbs folded puzzle
Knee walking elbows, His collared loot
My bottom sporting, big rubber dong
Drooling and dripping
My leash he’s gripping
The men’s room entered, I don’t belong
My cork removing, my waving flag
My asshole spearing
The gurgle hearing
My tummy filling, the scallywag
Puppy dog panting, there’s no defense
To ballroom leading
Gag garbled pleading
The costume party, revels commence
Collared I follow, I cannot flee
The pain in my gut
The plug in my butt
Tickle touch teasing, desperate to pee
Touching my clitty, jerking in shock
Dripping and drooling
Two puddles pooling
Puppy dog training, His bitch in hock
Vibrating phallus, deep in the hunt
Love muscle gripping
Pussy lips dripping
Screaming orgasm, His party stunt
