Erotic Combat
The weights are twin penduleums, hauling this way and that. I arch my
back, trying to reach the switch, or even just the base, so I can
control my own pleasure. Not possible. My owner is cunning. My owner
is dastardly. My owner is evil. All I can do is tug, count to four,
and tug again. I cheat on the count and pull. Nothing. I pull again,
and again.
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