Brought To Heel

I kneel naked at your feet,
Floored by a look and brought to heel.
So strange to find submission sweet,
Yet that’s exactly how I feel.

Bound here by chains I cannot break,
Forged from the ore of my desire,
I pray you’ll condescend to take
And make of me what you require.

So now I learn to hold my tongue
And how to use it at your cue,
Until you tell me I am done
Or that you’ve more for me to do.

I don’t how we’ve come to this.
I only know it is my bliss.