Dominatrix


You say you want her, need her,
that it arouses you to be in the submissive role,
kneeling at her feet, serving, pleasing,
to fear her beck and call but also desire it.


Yet, I asked you to kneel at my feet,
to run your thumbs up the arch of my
bare foot in most giving subservience,
and you arched up like a rajah of India.


Topaz amethysts with angry gleam pierce me,
and I laugh at you behind my harem veil
for the rajah has forgotten his servan't role
with an angry assault, like a ruling prince.


Sweet prince, kneel at my feet, and remember your place,
for in giving me pleasure, you increase your own tenfold.
Caress your way up the inside of my thigh,
and smell the sweet scent of my generous gift.


You said you wanted a beating so I gave you one.
They were only words that felt like a whip, so where
did all that meekness and surrender go? Either way,
meekness or fiery passion, your mission is to please me.


Love, Jody