Remember, dear Tanaka if you can,

remember storming out, back in Japan,

you saying, any man who would submit

to me, a woman, he who would permit

my leadership was not a man at all,

despite my gang’s great strength, you would recall

an honor that you claimed your family had.

It wasn’t long before your son, your pride,

went missing, was it? Tanaka, confide

in me, a friend who wishes to enthrall.

He was your only son, as I recall,

a strapping boy who you were grooming for

success, your only heir, to carry your

Tanaka name and trade (in human slaves).

Police investigated for depraved

creatures, you must have known that it was I,

leads disappearing, cops afraid to die.

You must have been frustrated, agonized:

you saw what I can do antagonized.

Your eyes keep wandering, Tanaka-san,

I wonder if I’m boring you? Or can

it be that there’s something distracting you?

The huge strapon that Gogo wears in view

that bothers you? I warned her it is curt

to wear it underneath her schoolgirl skirt

but she cares not. She is insane you know,

unhinged, unsafe. I have a cool and plot-

ing mind, I calculate, but she does not.

She follows only her libido, and

her lust, debasing all she can command.

You men are strange near strapons, swall’wing hard

and sweating- is it shock or it regard?

-or fear to be around it? –scared of my

command? - or is it insecurity?

the creeping fear for your own purity?

That’s one of many reasons why we are

superior, we women can cigar

up our own meaning for your comically

miniature tool and astronomically

upstage you- for we can create our own

tools, not rely on our frail flesh.

A moan!

Ah yes, it’s finally arrived: the guest

of honor. Yes, crawl over here, you pest.

It’s awfully hard to move about when you

have ankles cuffed together and arms too,

so awkwardly locked in that leather sleeve

but you don’t mind, my pet, you can’t conceive

a world devoid of my attention paid,

so lonely, locked away inside my cage.

You see, Tanaka-san, the son adored

by you so long ago, he is no more.

This creature here is naught but needy whore,

a creature with no dignity, adored

no more, remorseless and pathetic. Look!

How cute, it’s seen the strapon, Gogo, look!

I think that that’s a little tear it dropped,

but is it joy or fear? And it’s propped

its ass up in the air; we taught it that

with beatings and abuse, denial, though,

denial taught it most, oh how we’d throw

it in the cage devoid of food or drink.

and we could hear its hopes begin to sink,

but now it craves mostly attention and

the closeness of a human being, a hand

to feel, be it a hug or it a slap,

accompanied even by anal chap.

That poor, lost child overcome with needs

is met by Gogo-san with grace and ease

She is insane. She cares for nothing but

her lust and sadist needs and has a slut.

I do not doubt that she’ll again draw blood

her lusting takes her over like a flood.

She pounds him so relentlessly, but he

can’t help but love her. Never mind the screams,

that his the only noise it knows to make

although she sometimes lets its clit partake,

caressing it with sharpened fingernails-

but I won’t bore you with all the details.

So tell me of the honor you once had

and hoped to pass on to your strapping lad

Are you still glad you chose not to submit?

And if you want to take it, I’ll permit,

but only once my girl has had her share.

You take it’s body only if you dare,

but know I keep the soul. And don’t forget,

I keep the testes also as your debt.