She slapped me, and I loved it

Posted by BoxingGloveLove | Femdom Poetry |

The wine’s got me goin’ blind,
and I cannot keep it hard
She slaps me and says in french
“Tu obéiras, connard!”

I begin my worship at her feet.
I know my place too well
The proper place for me to start.
How her beauty doth compel

The incense burns, my eyes catch smoke
the scene is a work of art
I remember well when last we spoke
And I say with all my heart:

J’taime, déesse. Thank you for the chance
All I want to do is serve,
you came all the way from France
I swear I won’t waste your time,
just watch me sing and dance
submission to you will be my sword
and my love will be my lance.

I labor on and on for her
She is a flaming light
that burns away the sins of males
at least for just one night

and sometimes when I’m losing
or find myself cold with fright
I think of that slap upon my face
and the Parisian Queen I served that night.

I worshipped and I loved it.
It only made me stronger.
I wish I could go back in time,
and make that night last longer

I carry these lessons upon my back.
Along with my chains, and marks and scars
I’m not just a member of a pack
I’m a servant to the stars

I beat my breast like its a drum
And give a cocky little look
I swear I don’t know where it came from
I raise my head up to the sun
I follow Femdom, so I’ve already won.

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BoxingGloveLove

BoxingGloveLove is a former boxer who has had the privilege of being a member of the BDSM community for more than a decade. He derives ultimate satisfaction from simply being useful to a dominant lady, and making her life easier. Ready to make his mark as a writer, he finds himself kneeling on the floor at FemdomU Magazine, eager to hone his craft, and write about a subject he knows and loves. View Full Profile