Kristin Garth
Guillotine
She’ll say it is a guillotine, hotel
room maid, first one inside this suite to scream.
Flees, frantic before anyone can tell
it’s a bondage rack, mahogany beams
four women propelled from the parking lot,
at his behest, new dom who craves always
the best theatrics. Bell boys he would not
permit — submissives no one would forget. Day-
time, check-in, lobby collared help parades
like, later, lawyer/fetishists to front desk —
explain restraints with photos, rack sans blades,
ID’s displayed each youthful looking guest.
Prefers pain portable, dramatic scenes,
but he has no lust for a guillotine.
room maid, first one inside this suite to scream.
Flees, frantic before anyone can tell
it’s a bondage rack, mahogany beams
four women propelled from the parking lot,
at his behest, new dom who craves always
the best theatrics. Bell boys he would not
permit — submissives no one would forget. Day-
time, check-in, lobby collared help parades
like, later, lawyer/fetishists to front desk —
explain restraints with photos, rack sans blades,
ID’s displayed each youthful looking guest.
Prefers pain portable, dramatic scenes,
but he has no lust for a guillotine.
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