I am a nurse, attentive,
authoritarian and sometimes tender.
I like strict, bulging latex uniforms.
I enjoy the look in the eyes of my slaves when my rubber-gloved
hand wields the occlusive and obese cannula with which I am about
to penetrate them. The cannula which unrelentingly and contemptuously
forces its way into their privacy, through the last defences of
my male slaves naked, buttocks stretching towards me on the icy
rubber sheet covering the examination table. They are at the mercy
of the instruments with which I constrain their underbelly.
Now we're almost there.
I open wide their slit, their hole, the
first lengths of their abyss. They hang there, the forms of their