Puppet Master You hold me against the cold hard wall, with your hand at my throat. I am spreading my legs for you like a wonton whore. This is going to hurt. You are a savage when you penetrate me. I know I will cum the second your fingers push past what feels good and find a place of pleasure and pain. My body is suddenly an extension of your arm. I am your puppet. You can make me open and close my mouth in waves of guttural screaming. I am completely animated by the movement of you inside me, and when I have preformed the show you have written for me. I will fall empty and drained at the feet of my puppet master.