The Offering

“(Later)

You will be naked

And on your knees," she purrs,

Her red nails trace,

My suit lapel.

“It shouldn’t have to be this way,

But it’s fun to watch you grovel.”

The swishing crop through the burning air,

The sudden welt across my cheek,

My reward for craving her,

My punishment for being weak.

“Naked, and on your knees,”

She smiles,

As cruel as a cat

Batting a mouse back and forth,

For her pleasure.

(Later, I obey)

“And what do you have for Mistress?”

She demands.

My gift for You Mistress (my words)

Of desire, lust and craving

(Your beauty) overwhelming,

Takes my heart and body too.

My caged cock pulsing,

As I kneel naked before You,

Knowing You control the time

(when I may grow hard)

And we may be blue.

You do your work by candle light,

(Glowing)

Like the raised welt across my cheek,

(Burning)

From the sweet sting of Your crop,

Succoured by the press of your parted

Red lips to mine.

You pace before me in riding boots,

Your beauty overwhelming.

My cock strains in it’s confines,

It’s key on your sliver chain,

Close to Your heart.

I want to be Your lover,

“On your back, legs wide, now”

You command.

(I take my place)

And You lean over, and tip

The molten wax

Across the shiny chrome bars of my cage

(My body locks)

“Mistress, please”

I shudder.

2014