In Silence and In ViolenceA Poem by Bobby MaddenI switch roles.On my knees. Crawling. Looking in her eyes. Collar being pulled. I’m going towards her. She’s my mistress. I’m her slave. My purpose is my servitude. I am under her control. She commands. And I obey. No hesitation. No reluctance. Obedience. And gratitude. For her generous gifts. I am a canvas. For her instruments of pain. She decorates my skin. With purple and red. Punishment. And reward. She knows what I deserve. She knows what’s best for me. I am her property. The flesh. The blood. The tears. They all belong to her. She owns me. In silence or in violence. In a cage or in a bed. I live to serve. She chose me. She chose my screams. To touch her ears. It is such an honor. © 2013 Bobby Madden |
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1 Review Added on March 15, 2013 Last Updated on March 15, 2013 Tags: bdsm, submissive, slave, mistress AuthorBobby MaddenManassas, VAAboutI play retro games on N64, SNES, and PSone. I drink coffee more than vampires drink blood. Let's be friends! more..Writing
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