He kneels, he waits, he longs to be bound,
To serve, to please, to worship the ground.
Yet time and again, the script is flipped,
His leash stays loose, his power gripped.

They call him strong, they crave his hands,
They beg, “Take charge, fulfill demands!”
But he recoils, his heart sinks low,
“No, not me—I kneel, I bow.”

He whispers “Mistress”—they laugh, they sigh,
“No, darling, I need a man to guide.”
They push him back, they bare their skin,
“Take control, now dive right in!”

But control is weight, a heavy chain,
A burden wrapped in silent pain.
He seeks surrender, sweet and deep,
A place to fall, to lose, to weep.

He dreams of cuffs, of firm commands,
Of knowing he’s in Her hands.
But every touch, each longing kiss,
Turns him into what he isn’t.

He walks alone, still searching wide,
For the one who’ll take his pride.
Not as a force, not as a king,
But as a man who craves Her reign.

He touched his neck—so bare, so cold,
No leather clasp, no buckle bold.
The weight was gone, the mark had faded,
A life once bright, now dim and jaded.

He knelt alone where once she stood,
Where once her whispers warmed his blood.
Her hand, her touch, her steady reign—
All vanished now, just ghostly pain.

The world feels vast, too loud, too free,
Unbound, unclaimed, just lost at sea.
No rules to hold, no gaze to please,
Just endless space and shaking knees.

He grips the chain that once was tight,
The symbol of his heart’s delight.
A piece of steel, now dull and worn,
A love once fierce, now ripped and torn.

Was he too weak? Was he too much?
Did she grow tired of his touch?
Or did she leave for reasons deep,
A truth too dark for him to keep?

He sighs, he waits, he dares to hope,
But learns, in time, a way to cope.
For though his collar’s gone, it seems,
The bond still lingers in his dreams.

Oh, what a night! Oh, what a scene!
The wildest thing you’ve ever seen!
With wooshes and whooshes and oh-my-goshes,
With tangled-up limbs and slippery squashes!

I bounced, I flipped, I spun around,
I barely knew which way was down!
A push, a pull, a gasp, a yelp,
(Oh, mercy me, I needed help!)

They grinned, they laughed, they took their place,
With cheeky smirks upon each face.
“Hold on tight! Don’t wiggle free!
This ride is built for two—plus me!”

And up I went! And down I slid!
I never dreamed—oh no, I DID!
A twist, a turn, a joyful moan,
Like rolling dice or skipping stones!

And when at last, the game was through,
I wobbled off, my knees askew!
I tipped my hat, I waved goodbye,
Then whispered soft, “Let’s try next time!”