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Welcome to the Femdom Poetry section, where words become a symphony of submission and dominance. In this captivating corner of our magazine, we celebrate the art of expression through verse, exploring the depths of femdom dynamics, desire, and power exchange. From sonnets to free verse, each poem offers a unique exploration of the intricate dance between dominant women and submissive men, inviting readers to immerse themselves in the beauty and intensity of femdom relationships. Whether you’re drawn to the sensuality of seduction or the raw emotion of surrender, join us as we journey through the poetic landscape of femdom, where every line is a testament to the intoxicating allure of female dominance.

The Boys in Blue Socks

The Boys in Blue Socks

There once was a group of submissive lads,
Who stripped off their clothes like very good cads.
They posed for the Dommes, obedient and proud,
In nothing but socks that were blue and quite loud.

They smiled and blushed with their bits on display,
Each one just hoping she’d look his way.
Some knelt on rugs, some stood like a toy,
All trying to be her most photogenic boy.

“Just blue socks,” they said, “what harm could it be?”
Then found their pics on the web for all to see.
Their cheeks turned red—both top and below—
As strangers all clicked on their nude slideshow.

One guy’s neighbor said, “Hey, that’s your cock!”
Another heard laughter at work, and down the block.
Their DMs exploded with praise and delight,
While they whimpered softly alone late at night.

But the Dommes were pleased, and that’s what counts,
Their humiliation paid off in views and amounts.
So let this be a lesson to every socked fool,
When the Dommes say “pose,” you follow the rule.

And if your balls end up online in the breeze,
At least they were blue, and designed to please.

She slapped me, and I loved it

She slapped me, and I loved it

The wine’s got me goin’ blind, 
and I cannot keep it hard
She slaps me and says in french
“Tu obéiras, connard!”

I begin my worship at her feet.
I know my place too well
The proper place for me to start.
How her beauty doth compel

The incense burns, my eyes catch smoke
the scene is a work of art
I remember well when last we spoke
And I say with all my heart:

J’taime, déesse. Thank you for the chance
All I want to do is serve,
you came all the way from France
I swear I won’t waste your time,
just watch me sing and dance
submission to you will be my sword
and my love will be my lance.

I labor on and on for her
She is a flaming light
that burns away the sins of males
at least for just one night

and sometimes when I’m losing
or find myself cold with fright
I think of that slap upon my face
and the Parisian Queen I served that night.

I worshipped and I loved it.
It only made me stronger.
I wish I could go back in time,
and make that night last longer

I carry these lessons upon my back.
Along with my chains, and marks and scars
I’m not just a member of a pack
I’m a servant to the stars

I beat my breast like its a drum
And give a cocky little look 
I swear I don’t know where it came from
I raise my head up to the sun
I follow Femdom, so I’ve already won.

The Sub Who Checked His Balls Each Day (A Cuckold’s Guide to Feelin’ Okay)

The Sub Who Checked His Balls Each Day (A Cuckold’s Guide to Feelin’ Okay)

There once was a sub, obedient and neat,
Who polished her shoes and massaged her feet.
He folded her laundry, he vacuumed the halls,
And once every morning, he fondled his balls.

Not for the fun, not for the thrill,
Not ‘cause he had time or was Netflix-and-chill.
But because Madam said, with a clinical tone,
“Your nuts are important. Check them alone.”

So he’d reach on down, not a hint of a smirk,
And do his assigned little testicle work.
He’d cup and roll, he’d press and prod,
While whispering softly, “Thank you, my God.(ess)”

He looked for lumps, for bumps, for pain,
For anything weird he couldn’t explain.
And every month, he’d fill out a chart,
“Left one is fine, right one’s a smart!”

Madam would check it, nod with a smirk,
“A sub who inspects is a sub who can work.”
And sometimes, as bonus, she’d let him peek
At a boob if his notes were thorough that week.

So listen up, boys, with your dicks in a cage,
Your health isn’t something to lock up with age.
If you love to submit, if you’re proud to obey,
Grab those balls gently… once every day!

The submissive model in the image is eleven. View more of him here.

The Conclave of the Dommes

The Conclave of the Dommes

In chambers deep where power blooms,
The Dommes convene, their will consumes.
No mortal hand nor fleeting plea,
Can sway the course of destiny.

Each voice a whip, each word a brand,
They cast their votes with steady hand.
A conclave fierce, a conclave wise,
With fire gleaming in their eyes.

They speak of rule, of law, of play,
Of how the subs will serve today.
No crown nor throne could match the sight,
Of Dommes united in their might.

At FemdomU their banners rise,
Their justice swift, their standards high.
And those who kneel in trembling grace,
Wear love and fear upon their face.

The Conclave reigns, their path is clear,
Their power built on strength and cheer.
For in their hands, our futures lie,
To serve, to grow, to reach, to try.

So let us kneel, and lift our gaze,
To honor them with endless praise.
The Conclave rules, as it should be,
With iron will and dignity.

She Teaches Spidey to Serve

She Teaches Spidey to Serve

Swinging through the city, feeling so spry,
Spidey met a woman with a glint in her eye.
Black leather, red lips, a dominant stance,
She smirked and said, “Time to enhance.”

“You fight so well, you flip and you spin,
But there’s one great skill you’re lacking within.
All that agility, all that speed—
Yet you don’t know how to serve with your knees?”

Spidey gulped, his mask pulled tight,
This wasn’t a lesson he’d learned in a fight.
“Uh, Miss, I—well, I do my best!”
She laughed and purred, “Then let’s run a test.”

She climbed on top, took her throne,
A lesson in service—no web, just moan.
She grabbed his curls, guided him near,
“Slow it down, make me cheer.”

He flicked, he licked, he learned with grace,
No villain to fight, just lips in place.
His Spidey Sense? Now fully awake—
His tongue? A weapon, for pleasure’s sake.

At last, she sighed, stretched with delight,
“Good boy, Spider—now do it all night.”

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