Ezada By Jerry Wilde

Ezada

By Jerry Wilde

(with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe)

Once upon a midnight dreary, as I knelt before Her, weary,
After She had dressed me in a frilly dress and fishnet hose.
Suddenly the Mistress slapped me, fists beside my head She clapped me,
Boot upon my balls She zapped me, then She cruelly pinched my nose.
Under Miss Ezada’s power, Her stern whip would make me cum.

Quoth the Mistress, “Evermore.”

Near the window right behind Her, Mistress knew that I would find Her,
Really scary, so I’d mind Her, grovel for Her on my knees.
Even though I’m twice her age, Her wrath I could not assuage,
She produced a cruel cock cage and caged my cock despite my pleas.
Under Miss Ezada’s power, my humiliation was her fun.

Quoth the Mistress, “Evermore.”

Again the Mistress slapped my face, laughed at me in my disgrace,
Made me kiss Her pussy place, then She pushed me to the floor,
With Her boot upon my balls, my screams echoed down the halls,
Then She said, “Slave, Mistress calls. This is what your mouth is for!”
So I kissed her bright blue corset, gratefully; She need not force it,
Serving Her needs, i endorse it! Miss Ezada’s old pet whore.
Mistress’ slave I’ll always be, will She ever set me free?

Quoth the Mistress, “NEVERMORE.”