I beg your pardon I never promised you a rose garden, but I will give you thorns.HAHA! Have you ever given any thought to the other wonderful uses of a rose garden? Well the Queen has and I think perhaps I might just be in the mood to share them with you. So my little losers, sit back, relax, close your eyes and try to envision a dark night, just you, me and the lovely red roses. There’s a chill in the air, you have goose bumps on your skin, yet your skin feels alive with heat. You stand before your beautiful Queen, eager to please, all I have to do is give the order and you will obey. My creamy white skin glows in the dark night, you can’t help but to gaze into my hypnotic eyes; you know you are mine. I allow you to stand there for a bit taking in all my glory, you see my wicked smile. You feel fear at first, yet you cannot leave for you know to leave would mean you would never get to experience the glorious rapture to come. I tell you to disrobe, then to go deep into the garden and bring me back 30 red roses, each with long stems all with the thorns. Once you have acquired the roses with thorns you kneel before your Queen waiting for your next order. I tell you to lay all but two of the roses with thorns down a few feet a part in a straight line. You are curious why I would tell you to do this but yet know better then to ever question your Queen. Now I tell you to place one of the two roses I told you to keep in your mouth. Now get on your hands and knees and slowly crawl down that path of roses and thorns. You start to crawl, the thorns are piercing your hands, knees, legs and feet, each prick stings and burns, yet you keep crawling. Suddenly you feel a hot stinging pain on your butt cheeks and realize your Queen is whipping you with the one rose she kept. Once you’ve made it to the end of the rose/thorn path I tell you to gather up all the roses you just crawled over and lay them in a larger pile. Now lie on top of the roses and thorns, roll over, and wiggle on your stomach. You feel stabbing hot pain, 100’s of needles digging into your tender cock flesh, yet you are getting more and more aroused. And with that arousal comes more pain while that pecker grows. I now stand over you, whipping you with the one rose I kept, ordering you to pump your hips, that’s right act like you are humping a women, faster! You raise your hips; keep pumping that worthless cock into the bed of roses. Ooooooh you scream, my Queen, my Queen, and then nothing but sweet ecstasy. While you lay there shaking with pleasure you feel a tearing pain across your back. Then you hear your Queens wicked laughter telling your worthless ass to get up, you’re not done yet. You see that mess you made in those lovely red roses? Get on your hands and knees and lick that cum off each and every petal, every stem, and yes every thorn! Now you have served your purpose for the evening, you may crawl over to your clothes and leave the way you came. I will linger here and just sit and laugh for a bit at the picture of you fucking those thorns. HAHA! THE END!
See the pleasure you can experience if you go over to the dark side and call your Queen. Don’t get use to hot stories like that my sorry losers; that one was just to show you what wonderful sick things go on in my lovely head. Sweet dreams. HAHA! 
