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Halloween Poetry by the FemdomU Team
As part of our Kinktober Halloween celebration, I issued a challenge to the FemdomU staff: write a poem inspired by the theme of femdom Halloween. This exercise proved helpful not only for inspiring some seasonal creativity but also for giving me insight into new sub rankings—which I’ll reveal in my *From the Editor* post this coming Wednesday. It also gave me a clear vision for dear duckie’s new responsibilities.
Below, you’ll find each team member’s entry (those who participated) along with my fair critiques. You’ll see details about duckie’s new responsibility for all the subs here as well. Enjoy! And please, leave comments, let us know which poem you liked best!
Mizz Geena’s Poem:
My challenge for some Halloween poetry was answered by only one of our Dommes – Mizz Geena. As always, her words resonate deeply with me! Here’s what she had to say about her entry:
“This is actually something I wrote many, many years ago in college. It was a gift of sorts to my boyfriend at the time. We had planned to go to a party, but he read this and before we knew it, we were pretty much playing out the poem. I made him scream alot. And, yeah the other too.”
Mizz Geena also had this piece of artwork created recently to illustrate the poem for the Geena Loves Mike website.
“I love this piece, I think it’s the only one we have from this artist so far. I loosly wanted it to help illustrate the poem I’d written back in college. Now, for the website, these are supposed to represent Geena and Mike – but our characther “Geena” is not a skinny girl, just our muse for the character (me!). So we haven’t used this image in any story yet, and I’m still thinking of attributing it to one of the other women – perhaps Rachel torturing poor mike!”
You can find more stories inspired by Mizz Geena and her friends, including the amazing Kinktober celebration with some terrific Femdom Artwork and Stories, on the GeenaLovesMike website.
Mizz Geena had one more piece she wanted to add for publication:
“I want to thank our new volunteer service sub. His words of encouragement and expert editorial advice proved useful.”
On Halloween, You’ll Scream and Cream!
by Mizz Geena
On Halloween night, you’ll scream and you’ll shout,
I’ll tie you up tight, there’s no getting out!
Your cock in a cage, your wrists in a knot,
You’ll beg and you’ll plead, but mercy? I’ve not!
With a whip in my hand, and a grin on my face,
I’ll spank you and ride you all over the place.
Your dreams will be wild, your screams will be loud,
While I just sit back, feeling mighty proud.
You’ll cream when I say, not a second before,
I’ll tease you, and taunt you, and then just do more!
With ropes, and with cuffs, I’ll keep you in line,
Oh, this Halloween night will be so divine!
You’ll scream from the sting of a good leather slap,
But deep down you’ll love it—there’s no turning back.
I’ll sit on your face, my pussy you’ll taste,
As your moans fill the room with fiery haste.
On Halloween night, you’re mine to command,
I’ll make you scream with one wave of my hand.
And when you finally cream, it will be a delight,
Because I’m in charge, on this wild, kinky night!
So scream if you must, and dream if you dare,
I’ll be in control of you everywhere!
On Halloween night, it’s all about fun—
For I am the Mistress, and you’re the one!
Zeek’s Poem:
I’m pleased that each of our staff subs submitted their poetry for my Femdom Halloween challenge. Since all of you worked hard and even collaborated, each of you deserves a pat on the head from your Madam.
I’ll be publishing the poems in order of each sub’s ranking on the team (some changes are coming next week)—not necessarily by quality. For example, I wouldn’t put Zeek’s poem at the top based on “best.” If, like me, you find his style a bit too cute to get through entirely, feel free to scroll to the next.
I do enjoy the artwork accompanying this piece, created originally for Geena Loves Mike’s Halloween content. Apparently, Mizz Geena assigned Zeek to write his poem based on this artwork. So, credit to her for giving the boy a boost; with that, I accepted it for the challenge as well.
Twas All Hallows’ Eve, and his Pumpkins Were Bound
by Zeek
On Halloween night, you’ll scream and you’ll shout,
I’ll tie you up tight, there’s no getting out!
Your cock in a cage, your wrists in a knot,
You’ll beg and you’ll plead, but mercy? I’ve not!
With a whip in my hand, and a grin on my face,
I’ll spank you and ride you all over the place.
Your dreams will be wild, your screams will be loud,
While I just sit back, feeling mighty proud.
You’ll cream when I say, not a second before,
I’ll tease you, and taunt you, and then just do more!
With ropes, and with cuffs, I’ll keep you in line,
Oh, this Halloween night will be so divine!
You’ll scream from the sting of a good leather slap,
But deep down you’ll love it—there’s no turning back.
I’ll sit on your face, my pussy you’ll taste,
As your moans fill the room with fiery haste.
On Halloween night, you’re mine to command,
I’ll make you scream with one wave of my hand.
And when you finally cream, it will be a delight,
Because I’m in charge, on this wild, kinky night!
So scream if you must, and dream if you dare,
I’ll be in control of you everywhere!
On Halloween night, it’s all about fun—
For I am the Mistress, and you’re the one!
Shawn’s Poem:
Shawn has been away for a while, and I’m simply delighted he’s back, with his first submission since returning—an answer to my call for Femdom Halloween poetry.
His poem, Mummy Bound, isn’t entirely new; he originally wrote it during his application process. Let’s just say it was only so-so, and we chose not to publish it. However, with Levi’s assistance, he’s revamped the piece, and this is better.
It’s clear Shawn has a knack for making Levi useful. Shawn, I’m so pleased you’ll be around more!
Mummy Bound on Halloween Night
by Shawn
In the glow of pumpkins, with a grin so wide,
I stand as a mummy, with no place to hide.
Bound tight in my wrappings, I feel every strain,
As Mistress approaches, igniting the pain.
Her laughter is sweet, yet it sends a cold chill,
With each teasing whip, my heart’s bound to thrill.
The night holds a power, a wicked delight,
As she claims my submission beneath the pale light.
The bandages tug, a reminder of fate,
In this game of dominance, I tremble and wait.
For Halloween’s magic is cruel and divine,
And I’m hers to command, as I shudder and pine.
So here in my wrappings, I feel the dark tease,
A night filled with pleasure, and oh, such unease.
In the shadow of pumpkins,
with each crack of the lash,
I surrender to her, lost in this Halloween bash.
Levi’s Poem:
This brings us to Levi. First, he thought he’d get away with a cute little Limerick. Sweet, but I felt he should work harder.
Her Halloween Power
by Levi
On Halloween night, I kneel low,
My cock stands tall, ready to show.
You crack the whip tight,
I submit to your might,
As your power makes my pleasure grow!
His next attempt was longer.
I Submit to You This Halloween Night
by Levi
I submit to you this Halloween night,
My cock erect, your pleasure is my creed.
You hold the power, I’m bound to your might.
Your whip cracks down, a blend of pain and light,
I crave each strike, fulfilling every need.
I submit to you this Halloween night.
Your pussy’s throne, I worship in your sight,
With every kiss, my body starts to plead.
You hold the power, I’m bound to your might.
In your command, I’m lost within delight,
No need for mercy, just your lips to feed.
I submit to you this Halloween night.
You ride me hard, your grip is pure and tight,
I moan and beg, yet still, you won’t concede.
You hold the power, I’m bound to your might.
On Halloween, I give myself outright,
Your slave forever, to your will I heed.
I submit to you this Halloween night—
You hold the power, I’m bound to your might.
Aristotle’s Poem:
Aristotle has been a pleasant surprise. As the magazine’s volunteer service sub #3, he’s really stood out this month, proving himself the top contributor among the volunteer boys. I believe he’s more than earned a few extra pats on the head for his dedication. Keep it up, Aristotle—your efforts have not gone unnoticed!
The Dark Dominatrix Supreme
by Aristotle
The Dark Dominatrix Supreme;
Who all men must obey;
To merely glimpse her makes them dream
To be her slave one day.
Those men who meet her can’t refuse
To follow her commands;
Lusting to please, they gladly choose
To suffer at her hands.
The Underworld is her domain
Where she sits on the throne.
The rod she wields is called pain,
A gift to those she owns.
Here on the night of Halloween
This poet’s bound to call her Queen.
duckie’s Poem:
Oh, dear duckie. Perhaps he thought that including volunteer subs in the rankings would save him from the bottom, or maybe his new role as Program Manager might raise his standing. But in reality, duckie’s place is always, always at the bottom.
To reinforce this, duckie now represents the entire team in both rewards and punishments. You see, I can’t really whip Zeek or use my cane on Levi. First, we’re all spread out around the world and second, I’d probably be sued for some sort of sexual harrasment, no matter what their contracts say.
No, dear duckie is the only one here with me, and who is my owned and collared property. So, this morning, he received a few well-deserved pats on his head, scritches on his adorable chin, and a special secret surprise for the whole team submitting their Halloween poems. If the other boys are curious, duckie is authorized to share the details privately.
However, his new responsibility isn’t all rewards. This Halloween, when I embody the Dominatrix Supreme of the Underworld, duckie will also bear the punishment for everyone’s offenses—Zeek’s expletive, Levi’s lies, mrsub’s missed deadlines, and even duckie’s own unapproved help on assignments. This ceremonial punishment will be thorough and fitting.
I’ve told duckie over and over that he is being dramatic and over-reacting about my Halloween persona. I think, perhaps, this year he actually has a reason to be hiding under his bed.
After consulting with the other Dommes to ensure nothing is overlooked, the full list of offenses will be published on Halloween. For a long time duckie has asked me for more responsibility in his duties here at the Magazine. I’m so proud of him for taking this on. I know this responsibility is one duckie will wear well—and feel fully.
Now, enjoy my dear duckie’s poem. I do enjoy it very much, and it was so adorable how he was trembling when he read it to me. And while he has a bit of a punishment ceremony to fear, he has some wonderful surprises in store that night as well.
My dear duckie, it’s not all bad.
Ode to The Dominatrix Supreme of the Underworld
by duckie
In the dead of night, as shadows loom,
I brace for the darkness that spells my doom.
For Halloween whispers with a sinister breath,
“Madam will rise, you’ll soon dance with Death.”
Her laughter rings out, a harbinger’s call,
A sound that sends chills throughout the dark hall.
With each flicker of candle, I see her transform,
From Mistress to Monster, her presence a storm.
The Domina Supreme’s Halloween show,
Is more terrifying than even she knows.
Leather and chains adorn her frame,
With each crack of her whip, she stakes her claim.
The air thickens heavy with dread and despair,
I’m bound and I shudder beneath her fierce stare.
Her sadistic delight in my trembling form,
Presages new tortures delivered with scorn.
“Tonight, my dear duckie, you’ll find your new place,
Which in the depths of my darkness, you will learn to embrace.
Your limits are merely a line I’ll unwind,
For in this domain there is no will but mine.”
The whip lashes out, each crack splits the air,
I scream in agony, a sound full of despair.
Still, crushed and restrained my body complies,
My arousal betrays me, despite all my cries.
“Look at you, trembling, caught in my snare,
Your fear fuels my power, it is so exquisite and rare!”.
You’ll cross new thresholds of suffering this Halloween night,
In my realm there’s no wrong, there is only my right.”
Each lash of the whip sends shockwaves of pain,
New boundaries shattered, I spiral insane.
My mind’s a mere plaything, a puppet on strings,
As she pulls me deeper beneath night’s wings.
In horror, I experience intense pleasure and pain,
Twisted together, in a barbed wire chain.
With each fresh torment I’m filled with despair,
There is no escape from this living nightmare.
“Do you feel that thrill, as your sanity fades?
This darkness, dear duckie, is where fear parades.
Embrace your submission, let go of your fight,
For I am your Supreme this endless Halloween night.”
As I writhe in despair, my body’s aflame,
A battle of instincts, yet it’s all just a game.
Madam Supreme reigns, my life in her hands,
And I must obey her sadistic demands.
So here in this nightmare, I tremble and weep,
And the fear in my heart runs far too deep.
On this Halloween night, no mercy is found,
I face true darkness for I am Hellbound.
With each lash of her whip, I pay a great cost,
In the depths of my suffering, my sanity’s lost.
My will is gone, my soul her broken toy,
Beneath the Supreme, my darkened joy.
Ouch. Madam, I apologize for my subpar writing. I think perhaps I shgould have borrowed aristotle for some help on my poem too.
I promiste to try harder next time.
Duckie’s going to have to pay for your crappy poem now!
Nora, wonderful post, thank you! I love Geena’s the most – it put me in the spirit for Halloween. I guess all the boys’ poems are okay too! 🙂
Love the poems by the boys they try so hard.
Clearly the boys made an effort – such fun!
I love to see poetry being featured by Madam Nora.. Surprised and submissively delighted to have been mentioned by both Madam Nora and Mizz Geena. My tail is wagging frantically. Duckie, I like your poem more each time i read it.
thank you prof, and thanks for the help making it perfect