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10/26/2016 11:20:20 PM

The Dommy and The Toppy Top
Lewis Carroll
(can suck my dick)

The Dom was pissing on the sub,
Pissing with all his might:
He did his very best to make
It yellow, smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
Giving her a fright.

The sub was sitting sulkily,
Because she thought the Domly Dom
Had got no business to be there
After she had fin'ly cum--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To splodge and spoil the fun!"

The sub was wet as wet could be,
The Domly Dom was dry.
You could not see a sloppy cunt, because
No room between her thighs:
No riggers tying overhead--
There were no subs to tie.

The Dommy and the Toppy Top
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven subs with seven mops
Swept for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Dommy said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Toppy Top,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O subbies, come and walk with us!"
The Dommy did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."

The eldest subbie looked at him,
But not a word she said:
The eldest subbie winked her eye,
And shook her heavy head--
Meaning to say she did not choose
To leave her subbie-bed.

But four young subbies hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They seldom washed their feet.

Four other subbies followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All dancing through the darkened scene,
To see what was in store.

The Dommy and the Toppy Top
Walked to another room,
And leaned against a handy post
And started then to loom:
And all the little subbies stood
And waited in the gloom.

'The time has come,' the Dommy said,
To talk of slavery
Of whips-- and chains--and molten wax--
Of servicing--and grovelling--
And why the 'subs' all call the shots--
And whether 'Doms' have stones.

But wait a bit,” the subbies cried,
Before we have our meet;
For we're the ones who make the rules,
And that is pretty sweet!”
'No hurry.' said the toppy Top.
They knew they had him beat.

"A handy cross," the Dommy said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Ropes and flogger besides
Are very good indeed--
Now if you're ready, subbies dear,
You can begin to bleed."

"Oh no, not us!" the subbies cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Dommy said.
"Do you often spew?

"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The toppy Top said nothing but
"I'd give her another splice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf--
I've had to tell you twice!"

"It seems a shame," the subbies said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The toppy Top said nothing but
"The wax is spread too thick!"

"I weep for you," the old man said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he shook his head
He knew there was no prize.
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

"O subbies," said the Toppy Top,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none--
And this was rather odd, because
They'd beaten every one.

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