Her Pet
Men must, like dogs, Mistress explained
Be taught to be obedient.
So now It seems I’m to be trained
By means she’s found expedient.
That’s why I’m chained around my neck,
Eat off the floor from a dog dish;
Electric shocks keep me in check,
Ensure I heed her ev’ry wish.
Tonight, she wants some exercise,
So I must fetch my leash and kneel.
I am her dog I realize,
And like a dog trot at her heel.
I know I used to be a man,
But now her pet is all I am.
Good boy, I’m really enjoying your poetry. This one feels particularly fitting—especially with “The Kennel” for FemdomU subs launching soon!
I am honored. Thank you.
a
Dear Madam Nora:
I keep rereading your comment and wagging my tail.
Your servant,
a