The Perfect Woman

The Perfect Woman

Silver are the strings that control my whole being, so you see, I have no will

‎My voice buried under a million smiles

Hence, I nod in consent ‎to every request 

My empty eyes invoke my lost soul

Shattered into pieces a long time ago

I sit comfortably as I live under someone else control

My own desires are long forgotten, what was I dreaming of?

In aromatic water, I wash my Master's feet

I can cook and keep the house clean

As the night falls, I receive new commands

My Master flicks the strings; I turn into a Porno Star

I am a genie in the bottle, all kind of wishes I grant 

I never fail to induce intense orgasms

The word 'tired' does not live in my dictionary, I don't know it's meaning

The silver strings are my security, I respond to every pull 

How will I stand if I cut myself loose? 

The perfect woman for many I shall be

Until I gather my identity and learn to stand on my own two feet

Life for ever brewing in this empty shell.

Reviews

[Chris]

The tone of a true submissive is the ultimate freedom to "kneel" or not

[Shaquana Adams]

Nice use of metaphor. I liked when she asked what it was she was originally dreaming of. Like she knows she is capable of much more. This is a very thought provoking write ^-^
-QuanaWana