Once my submission was coerced,
Since then it’s been a gift.
Most times a play that’s well rehearsed,
At times a heavy lift.
Whichever way it is required,
For one must always lead;
And better that it be desired,
And so conform to need.
There’s never any need to fight
Once her decision’s made,
For me submission’s a delight,
Her will to be obeyed..
I only pray she equally
Delights to be obeyed by me.
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.
I find your boots and crop a thrill,
And dream I was your steed,
Put through my paces as you will
And whipped until I bleed.
I wish your weight upon my back,
Your spurs against my side.
I long to bear you round the track,
To learn to serve with pride.
How sad that I who’d bridled be,
Who yearns for reins and bit,
Can only dream obsessively,
Ashamed to mention it.
If only you had eyes to see
Just what it is I wish to be!
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!
On a Halloween night, so spooky and bright,
A pumpkin-headed fellow was tied up real tight.
With a grin on his face, though his heart was a-flutter,
He faced his sweet Mistress, with a wink and a shudder.
“Oh, dear pumpkin slave, what a sight you will be,
With your head made of gourd and your body so free!
We’ll play a fine game that’s both wicked and fun,
And I’ll be your Mistress, and you’ll be my one!”
She donned her black leather, all shiny and sleek,
With gloves on her hands, she looked oh-so-chic.
With a whip in her grasp and a gleam in her eye,
She approached her dear pumpkin, and oh, how he sighed!
“Now listen, sweet slave, it’s time for the treat,
I’ll give you a thrill that can’t be beat!
With pumpkins around and a whip that can crack,
You’ll learn to embrace every tingle, each smack!”
He shivered and shook, but he felt a warm thrill,
For the pleasure of pain was a powerful skill.
With each playful strike and each mischievous tease,
He found in submission a joy that would please.
“Oh, pumpkin, my dear, with your cheeks all aglow,
You’re bound for a night of delightful woe!
With each little nibble and every soft bite,
We’ll dance through the shadows and into the night.”
So they laughed and they played, in the soft moonlight’s gleam,
In a world full of whimsy, they lived out a dream.
For on Halloween night, with her pumpkin so brave,
They explored all the pleasures that submission can save!
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