Allowed to Serve
My Mistress says she needs a stool,
And there’s none to be found,
So though to some I look a fool,
I kneel on the ground.
The truth is that it makes me proud
To serve beneath her feet.
And ev’rytime it is allowed
I count it as a treat.
I stay exactly where I’m placed,
And wait there happily.
And if it seems I am abased,
It’s what I wish to be.
She gives me more than I deserve
This gift to be allowed to serve.
My dear poet, I have confidence that your training will lead you to be an obedient sub worthy of a Domme who will allow you to serve her as her footstool – and perhaps more.