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[SlaveNoMore]

Shape Shifter
I don't really appreciate your outing my personal life like this but I can't really deny that what you say is true. Just like you can't really deny your own special contribution to the situation. What with the incessant phone calls, the pressed ham on our bedroom window in the middle of the night, the useless restraining order. She was understanding, but her patience wore thinner than the hair on your upper lip that time you tried to grow a moustache.

I tried reasoning with her the way you did with me that time you were nuzzling my nutsack, my hefty testicles resting on your hairless, chemically-bronzed chin. I told her that I wasn't one of those homophobes so insecure in my own masculinity that I was afraid to even put a dick in my mouth for fear that it would make me "gay." But she was tired of the "lifestyle." Tired and worn out like that Communards tape you made for me.

But, baby, my heart is full of love and it's all for you. I sense we are growing distant as of late. You never fuck me and I always have to drive. And, frankly, your work is starting to suffer. I appreciate the ball gag as much as the next guy, or at least a debatable percentage of next guys, but it doesn't really work on conference calls. Clients notice.

So what gives, slavey? Why the bad mood? Nipple clamps too tight? I'm willing to work with you, you know. I think you're special!!!

Poor, poor Shifter.

Another night alone.

Another night drinking yourself into oblivion.

And another poor, poor attempt at trying to be clever.


so sad.