B/D, or not B/D -- that is the question:
Whether 'tis better on the bod to suffer
The stings and slashes of sadistic Mistress
Or to take hand against a sea of semen
And by swift stroking, end it. To stroke, jerk off --
No more -- and by "jerk off" to say we end
The hard ache, and the thousand throbbing veins
That bone is heir to. 'Tis ejaculation
Devoutly to be wished. Jerk off, beat meat --
Beat meat -- perchance to cream: ay, that's why rub,
For when we sleep alone, wet dreams may come;
Make mattress sticky, like thick coat of oil;
Get goo on paws. There's the eject
That makes calamity of kinky wife.
For who would bear the whips and chains of Jane's,
The lash so long, wear women's costuming,
The pangs of paddle's pains, climax delay,
The forceful oral service, and the burns
That Bottom's bottom of Domme lady takes
When he himself might his climactus make
With a mere hand job? Who would floggers bear,
To moan from threat from pussy-whipping wife
But that the dread of yet another mate,
The undiscovered blind date, adult site
That Internet returns, muzzles the male,
And makes us rather bear the bitch we have
Than fly to others we've not met yet?
Thus horniness makes cowards of us all
And thus the sticking to one's resolution
Is unsticked more by fetishistic thought,
And evil women, wanton witches' torment
With this regard their servants make comply
And give them satisfaction. -- Look out, now --
Ms. Dominatrix! -- Nymph, in thy riding crop
Are all my sins remembered!