Daddy Dearest

Why does it seem that you're only satisfied when i'm exposed, spoilated, and mounted before you?
Forced to entertain you and your guests at your lavish parties.
Parties I have learned to hate.
For it was years ago, when we were once close, that you would take me to such parties but kept my tender eyes shielded from the area that foretold my inevitable future.
Alas that day came.
The day for me to be enlisted to my new position.
Looking around me and seeing the lusty eyes of hungry wolves, and you among them, as I spun and twirled before them all.
Naked.
I recall the very first time you put me there. I, being only of ten years, could feel my blood turn cold, my heart crash against my fragile chest, my eyes sting with frightened tears, too scared to come out, and the unfamilliar absence of any feeling in my legs.
I remember the wolves, leering at me with attentive eyes and sweet smiles, too sweet...
Remember their loud whistles and catcalls; not knowing what they meant at first and the chilling awareness that they brought when their meanings came forth.
Remember your hands on my shoulders as you brought me out before them, hard and strong.
I remember placing my small hands around the long silver pole, cold to the touch.
Remember the whooping cheers as i did...
and you're lips at my ear, before you abandoned me on the stage, saying:
"Just remember what daddy taught you..."