in the back of the 'bach, tied up, no escape. you may as well submit now, and accept, your fate.
Its way to late the feather skates againts your soles and ass, your force to laugh welcome to torture in first class/
first class ticket for a one way trip, straight to the dungeon slowly losing your grip, on reality, as your past life becomes nothing but a dream, and now youre stuck in a nightmare and youre gagged - cant scream
But you can cry and laugh enough tears to have a bath, your mind is gone in ya head trying and do the math/ seconds turn to minutes, mintues seeming like hours, broke out in a sweat so wet looking like you showered/
time is no longer a concept in your mind, it feels like an eternity, and certainly you'll be found, but with each second that slips, so does your certainty. you try to stay hopeful, nothing you can do but laugh, forced to against your will, im an expert in my craft. i study your body's responses, mental notes i make, there's a wicked smile on my face as i watch your body quiver and quake, shiver and shake, the sweat glistening off your body, it's my aphrodisiac to see you break.
haha this is so much fun man! thanks for responding!
Why you think they call me Sadista sister?, its my scheme to make bitches and garggle like Liste...RINE!/51% MEAN! the other 49 is seldom seen like fat chicks in skinny jeans/Since I was teen I always knew that I had this itch, but Ill scratch yours instead Im sorry are you ticklish?/
51 percent mean but i always give one hundred, you cant escape me when you are being hunted, ill trap you like prey and escort you back to the dungeon, tie you down, no place to go, so here's an introduction: my name is sadista and you can easily see, by the girls bound to the wall youre nothing but a number to me. your name doesn't matter, who you are is irrelevent, im in control now and you better get the hang of it. the quicker you learn, the easier your life will be, but itll never be easy, because im a bitch, you see. ill torture you until youre insane, until your voice becomes coarse, until youre limp on your back and that's simply par for the course.
51 percent mean but i always give one hundred, you cant escape me when you are being hunted, ill trap you like prey and escort you back to the dungeon, tie you down, no place to go, so here's an introduction: my name is sadista and you can easily see, by the girls bound to the wall youre nothing but a number to me. your name doesn't matter, who you are is irrelevent, im in control now and you better get the hang of it. the quicker you learn, the easier your life will be, but itll never be easy, because im a bitch, you see. ill torture you until youre insane, until your voice becomes coarse, until youre limp on your back and that's simply par for the course.
It's like that lamb chop song that won't end without a chorus/ you waiting for the fat lady sing, as the ticklish pendulum swings at the arch of yours soles, you wonder if have soul/I think we both know the answer this ticklish cancer spreads through ya body, you move like a dancer and all you wanna do is party. Did you just potty?/ Hold your fluids trick this is a new whip, nothing I can't fix with a few whips now take your pick/spank or tickle? I can't hear you through your gag, both then as reach in my torture bag/ I'm your dad and your mommy alpha omega beginning and your end, hold still don't squeal here comes the tickle pen