The Irish Curse

What a Slave does when his Mistress is out with her Dom, being forced to do things that drive her crazy and make her beg to come. A Reflection on some dialog from the night before:

Scene: A inner ring suburb, somewhere in the midwest. A Slave laying on bed, watching Madow, paging through the Times, while his Mistress tends to removing her face paint and preparing for bed.

"Interesting theatre review in the Times today, Mistress?"

"What about, Slave?"

"A play based on the theme that Irish guys Like me have smaller penises, it's called "The Irish Curse"."

(laugh).

"Hmmm. Really?"

"Yeah. it's about a support group for guys dealing with this problem. Supposed to be kind of funny, if predictable."

"Funny."

"Have you noticed this, Mistress? I mean, with all your ....experience."

"Noticed what, Slave?"

"That Irish guys have smaller cocks?"

"Well, yours is the only Irish penis I've inspected, Slave."

"Well, then how does it compare to other ethnic groups, Mistress?"


"Hmmm .... I suppose it's somewhere in the middle, truth be told."

"Well, I know it's not as big as that Polish lobbyist you used to do, all those years ago."

"Oh god....that was way too big."

"Well I guess I am not 'cursed' then?"

"No, Slave. You'll do. Particularly when you are very very hard. Now go be useful and get that white thing and insert it, Slave."

"Yes, Mistress."