Thoughts

Slave: A Poem Following My Own From Slave "You There"

I come for pain and pleasure, both,
Those potent medicines
'Gainst greed and envy, lust and sloth;
Pride too, the worst of sins.

The mirror on your dungeon wall
Displays to once-proud eyes
Myself as 'bare forked animal'; and,
Ready to chastise


Him justly for his arrogance,
The Mistress, Lady R.!
Who treats his pleas of innocence
As worthless; which they are;

Who measures out with care and skill
Deserved punishments
Of due severity until
She, judging he repents,

Sensation turns to highest pitch,
Then terminates his woe.
He thanks her humbly, after which
He's freed to come and go.


I come because I must, it's true.
That urge I can't withstand;
And all, no matter what, will do
Commanded by your hand.

I come for pain and pleasure, by
Your care and skill well mixed.
I go from you with head held high,
Deeply dominatrixed.

"You There"