Chess Dominatrix

Chess World's Bella Donna

Leather Clad with firey sword,

Comes the fiend of the Chequered Board.

Stiletto heel of stainless steel

Thrusts chestwards for its bloody meal.

 

Mistress of the World Of Chess

Stabs my  Bishops, Rooks and yetI

Some pleasure, yes, I do perceive

Swells as pieces take their leave.

 

Puppy like I'm drawn to heel

Another thrash and livid weal!

My Queen, once proud, is toppled now.

"Screams!" No sound my throat allows.

 

Her Chess Men dance macabre waltz.

(What is this quickening in my pulse?)

My King reels!  A fatal check!

Her leather waspy! Soaked in sweat.

 

I beg, I plead, "Mercy Miss."

Her whip descends with brutal hiss.

To leather boots I put my lips

(look to silken thighs and hips.)

 

Last pawn surrenders, while,

She looks at me with vicious smile.

"Here Boy!  Puppy! Strap yor lead.

I need more games again to feed!"

 

So it is, with trembling.

The board's set up once again

She cackles, vile and filthy laugh.

Sips my blood from red carafe!

 

Beware all you Chess World folk

You too shall feel her leather yolk.

Begging brings her bile and claws

You'll grovel naked on all fours!

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Beware the vicious Dominatrix who lurks in the shadows of the on line chess club, Chess World.)

Reviews

[EMF]

Never a good thing to laugh at work. Especially when you have to explain to your wife why you're tucked up in a little cubbyhole, reading a poem about a dominatrix and shaking.
Terrific idea.

[Detective Watts]

Hilarious. Genius idea.

[.]

LMAO..thanks for the heads up! Great rhyme and meter.

[Lola Nation]

checkmate!

[little mermaid]

How could you!!!! This is fun but I wouldnt like to be in your shoes if she ever reads this. You could try bribery and corruption. Your poems flow so easily Ron and your great sense of humour is contageous. I am envious.