Stern1960
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I made the mistake of reading this thread and a song popped into my head and will not leave. I have asked nicely, I have insisted, I even briefly considered bashing it out, but I post it here (and the sordid scene that slunk in with it) in the hope that it will leave me for one of you. You have been warned. The song is "Prisoners of Love" by Mel Brooks, from the film and stage play, The Producers. The scene for this number (not your typical dungeon tune, for sure) doesn't "launch my loins" (except for the humiliation factor), but it is as follows: It's your favorite Domina Suprema's birthday. She is holding High Court in Her playroom, waiting for the evening's games to begin. Solemnly, in march six young, nubile male subs, chained to each other at the ankles. The Domina's right hand Mistress plops top hats on the boys, places canes in their hands (I know, it's OK), the music begins and they break into a well rehearsed, hopelessly difficult dance (think Rockettes, but with waaaaay less poise), singing (their best, but badly): Prisoners of love Blue skies above Can't keep our hearts in jail Prisoners of love Our turtle doves Soon coming 'round with bail... (rest of words available HERE ) As the number ends, there is a grand flourish and the boys, completely humiliated, genuflect before the Domina, presenting Her their canes. I know LOTS of men (boys) who would be MORTIFIED at the idea of singing and dancing, preferring a savage beating to this kind of thing. The boys need to be in earnest, doing their very best for their Domina. Also, their handling of "forbidden toys" could provide the impetus for some severe correction through the rest of the evening. There. I hope that it can now go and haunt someone else for a while. S'60
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