You’ve turned me into a sissy,
A sissy slut for you.
Now you tell me that I must be
A slut for others too.
You say that you were taught to share
Your toys with all your friends,
So, I must always be prepared
To be a toy you lend.
Now trained to swallow, lick and take
Another up my rear
I’ve no choice but the choice you make,
You’ve made that very clear.
Mistress, my fate is up to you;
I wait to be told what to do.
Attention is the greatest gift
That one can ever get
And so it gives my heart a lift
To be told I’m your pet.
I love it when you say “Good Boy!”
And pat me on the head.
To be your dog’s to me a joy;
(You’re glad that I don’t shed).
Being a man was much too hard,
I’ve no wish to run free.
I’d rather play out in the yard
Which you have fenced for me.
Mistress, I know some think this strange,
But there is nothing I would change.
Mistress has kindly gifted me
A discrete souvenir,
And placed it where no one can see,
Tucked tight into my rear.
There’s not a moment I don’t think
Of when she last was there.
Thrust through my fleshy armor’s chink,
Her stallion to my mare.
Now when I sit and when I stand
I feel her gift inside.
I keep it there at her command
Which must be satisfied.
Mistress, all day I think of you;
Your gift’s done what you meant it to.
Like magnets opposites attract.
The greater draws the lesser near.
Providing him what he had lacked,
Someone to make his purpose clear.
Mistress, I know you must be served,
That my service is yours by right.
I’ve prayed for what I don’t deserve,
That you make me your acolyte.
This will take time you’ve let me know,
That I must learn to put you first.
You tell me I’ve still far to go
Before I’ve proved to you my worth.
It’s said they serve who stand and wait,
I wait on you to learn my fate.
A lot of men have worn the horns
That women give to them,
Cared for and raised the children born
From seed of other men.
But unlike me they did not know
What their partners had done.
Nor were they forced to watch the show,
Of lovers having fun.
Still, what we do is up to her,
I know I have no say.
I have no choice but to defer,
And she says I must stay.
It’s not enough that I’m abased,
Mistress, now tells me I’m replaced.
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