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Stinging Nettles.....................................................
My slave will be for me to use
To do with, just as I choose
Will I hurt him, will I not?
Will I cane his ‘little bot?’
It depends on his behavior
Will intelligence be his savior?
My slave will want and adore
But my body – he will not paw
If he's bad – my look will scorn
He will feel his heart is torn
I may let him walk on petals
Or punish with stinging nettles!
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