by Peter Loaf
Clad in white spandex, from head to toe
The costume stretchy fits like a glove
The curtain rising, the crowd goes wild
Ankle clamps waiting, screwed to the floor
Jingle bell wiggle, the quiet hush
The cane it whistles, slicing my rump
Clipped to my nipples, some fishing lead
When I’m exhausted, allowed to rest
A blindfold added, darkness complete
Hardness slip sliding, spanking my ass .
My tits and pussy, ready to go
Rings in my clitty
Studs in my titty
Pussy Cat playhouse, on with the show
The tail is springy, my anus shove
Two ended phallus
Buckled with malice
Jingle bell tinkles, bouncing above
My Master grinning, infamous style
Barker’s cane poking
Know he’s not joking
The spotlight follows, the longest mile
My wrists securing, down on all four
Bare bottom pointed
Pussy anointed
Pussy Cat posing, knowing the score
Fingertips finding, tentative brush
Helpless responding
To Master bonding
A cow bell hooking, a clanking rush
Tinkle bell clanking, with every jump
The crowd so quiet
Each wants to try it
Pussy Cat passion, broken to stump
Bouncing and jerking, the teeth imbed
Juicy lips swelling
Pheromones smelling
Each Master watching, wishes instead
Hand on my bottom, readiness test
Fingers slip slipping
Pussy juice dipping
Four way detention, under arrest
A presence sensing, between my feet
My pussy filling
My pussy willing
Jingle clank thrusting, feeling so sweet
Pussy Cat screaming, showing my class
All comers taken
My cow bell shaken
The tip jar filling, fortune amass
