Her Erection Direction

My Domme has a system,
A plan and a scheme,
For what I should do
With my wiggly beam.

“Point it up!”

“Point it down!”

“Point it over there!”

“Stop touching it, Levi.”

“Don’t even you dare.”

She points and she orders,
She wiggles a finger,
And somehow my thoughts
Always seem to linger.

“Hands off.”

“Stand still.”

“Quit staring at it.”

“You’re acting like somehow
Your cock has a vote in it.”

She says it belongs
To her and her alone.
I’m mostly convinced,
Though my cock likes to moan.

One day she announced,
With a wicked little grin,
“Today’s Erection Direction.
Let the games begin.”

She handed out orders
Like traffic control.

“North!”

“South!”

“East!”

“West!”

I was losing my soul.

She laughed as I shuffled
And turned all around,
Following directions
Like a hound on the ground.

Then she called in her friends
Just to witness the show.
They laughed at my posture
And the places I’d go.

“Now point toward Susan.”

I turned with a squeak.

“Now point toward Brenda.”

I couldn’t speak.

“Now point toward nobody.
Face the damn wall.”

Which somehow was the hardest
Direction of all.

At the end of the night
I was tired and sore,
From following orders
For several hours and more.

My Domme smiled proudly
And gave me a pat.

“Good boy. Much improved. Well, imagine that!”

So if you’re a sub
And your Mistress decides
Your erection needs guidance
And proper confines,

Don’t question the process.
Don’t ask for protection.

Just happily follow
Her Erection Direction.