In Service

This Contains Mature Themes.

Collapsed in fell spot
was Slave.
Tired. Anguished.
Left yearning, squirming,
and still in service to Her.
As gaze was met, her Mistress
allowed her to speak.
Gaze may I into thy wondrous eyes
with surrender and longing to Serve?
In quiet retort, might I never wince,
as you bring your thunderous Will upon my
aching soul.
Lash upon Lash
Strike after Strike
I kneel before you.
Always, Yours
In Service
My Mistress

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

I got it. This is one of them gray shade poems, right? Thanks for sharing, NG would have liked that one.

[Carson Kramer]

Bahahaha. One of them gray shades, Coop. One of them gray shades. I love your reviews. You are the man, my friend.