Its All A Trap

Hello slave, or is that bitch? Or perhaps whore? I will call you whatever your silly little ego needs because the words are meaningless beyond being yet another TRAP. What I call you does not matter,, all, that matters is that every single word I utter in your direction is a TRAP. The way I smile, My red plump lips, My deep mesmerising cleavage, My round ass, long legs, every word, every whisper, every thought, every drop of attention, when it comes to you EVERYTHING I do, all that I say, all that I don’t say, every inch of My body and the way I move it, - IT IS ALL A TRAP. Call you a good boy? TRAP. Call you a bad boy? TRAP. I am a hunter. You are the dumbest prey in existence. The only creature to RECOGNISE all the traps and keep going anyway. To fling your self into every snare, every rope, because you LOVE it. You NEED them…you are addicted to the TRAPS, addicted to being overpowered, usurped, dominated, hunted…and OWNED. Just listen, DROP and stroke. Feel horny and helpless at how pathetic you are, at how futile it is to even think of escaping when YOU keep running after the very TRAPS you should be avoiding, you live for the highs the lows, the chase, the inevitable FALL. You are a helpless, hopeless TRAP addict and I am compelled to oblige in your constant demise…