I will never say “I’ll never,”
When talking to my domme.
Or make jokes to show I’m clever,
Or drop the dread F bomb.

I’ll never tell her what she should
Or what she shouldn’t do,
Or that what she says would be good’s
A thing I will not do.

“No” is not in my lexicon,
Nor is the word “refuse,”
“That’s wrong’s” a phrase I’ve made sure’s gone,
“I won’t” aren’t words I use.

I’m careful what words cross my lips,
For Mistress punishes my slips.

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.

Deprived the strictures of his art
The poet’s lost, without restraint;
To celebrate what’s in his heart
His verse and love both need  constraint.

Just as the sonnet’s rhyme requires
That alternating lines each stress
The beat and press of his desires –
Love’s bonds demand of him no less.

The poet hopes not for release,
His only wish is to fulfill
Love’s sweet commands and so find peace
Achieving his Mistress’s will.

This poet and his pen are yours
So long as life and love endure.

There will be pain if I resist,
A truth that you’ve just now revealed;
I take your point as you insist
More forcefully that I must yield.

My defenses penetrated,
I now begin to understand
That I am emasculated,
Possessed, a toy, yours to command.

Transfixed, I wait upon your pleasure;
To serve you now is all I crave.
Your approval’s all I treasure;
Mistress, you’ve made of me a slave.

Asleep I dream by you I’m taken.
A dream to which I daily waken.

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.