The Equestrienne

Posted by Aristotle seeking Phyllis | Femdom Poetry |

I find your boots and crop a thrill,
And dream I was your steed,
Put through my paces as you will
And whipped until I bleed.

I wish your weight upon my back,
Your spurs against my side.
I long to bear you round the track,
To learn to serve with pride.

How sad that I who’d bridled be,
Who yearns for reins and bit,
Can only dream obsessively,
Ashamed to mention it.

If only you had eyes to see
Just what it is I wish to be!

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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

2 Comments

Mizz Geena on October 28, 2024 at 8:31 am

Oh my dear poet nellie – my eyes see clearly what you desire. I did, afterall, ask you about the strength of your knees… I do think I’ll enjoy imagining you on all fours.
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- aristotle on October 28, 2024 at 3:05 pm
  
  And I’ll enjoy imagining you as my rider Mizz Geena. OMG
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