Chastened

Posted by Aristotle seeking Phyllis | Chastity Cage, Femdom Poetry |

I’ve a locked ring where none suspect
And you retain the key.
You’ve taken all my self respect,
And I’m no longer free.

How was it that you saw in me,
What I could never tell?
How did you find the flaw in me,
That let you crack my shell?

I don’t know how I came to this
Who used to be a knave.
I only know I find it bliss
To learn I am your slave.

Conquered, I’ve no wish to resist;
MIstress, to serve’s why I exist.

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Aristotle seeking Phyllis

Aristotle, a volunteer service sub at FemdomU Magazine, has recently embraced his true identity as a submissive. With a passion for music and poetry, he finds his deepest satisfaction in service, especially in traditionally subservient tasks like cleaning and organizing, primarily for women. This work deepens his connection to his intrinsic nature. Aristotle channels his experiences and emotions into poetry, using each verse to document his personal transformation. Magazine readers can anticipate regular insights from Aristotle through his reflective essays and poignant poetry. View Full Profile