The Massage Is The Message

Posted by Aristotle seeking Phyllis | Femdom Poetry |

Eyes taped closed to better feel
Your tendons spread beneath my hand,
I sense the tension that reveals
The stress that comes from life’s demands.

Gently I knead your pain away,
While working slowly down your spine.
I linger longer where you say,
I know my time is yours not mine.

To take your pain’s why I exist,
And even though I cannot see,
I know the beauty I have missed,
Was never meant for such as me.

I hear you rise and walk away,
And wait to serve another day.

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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