Thoughts

Slave: The Seasons With Mistress

I like to visit Mistress for many reasons
Particularly her sessions of the seasons
Each visit for me combines a whole year
Because each time she is always sincere

Spring occurs when I arrive at her place
The promise she shows by her pretty face
Stripped and bound I’m ready for her tease
Then she plays with my nipples, yes please

They become erect like new season buds
As her hand slaps them with playful thuds
She continues by pin wheeling my body all over
Which promises of her ‘romp in my clover?’

Summer arrives, Blossoms to blooms
Which she exercises in her special rooms
Her efforts on me in every direction
Show her success by my growing erection

Pleased by her efforts she ties it with rope
Helpless now, all I can do is hope
Pulled high on chains my ‘pride’ suffers distortion
At which she chuckles at my disproportion

Autumn colours will follow, I guess
Violet wand only adds to my stress
Whippy canes which line my rear
More colour, as they mark and sear

Electrics applied to my tender form
Cause me to bend like a tree in a storm
So I am pegged to keep me still
Again, I can’t avoid her will

Winter comes with cold in her voice
More sinister now, but that’s her choice
Hot candle wax dripped over my balls and cock
Like snow and ice they freeze like rock

So another wild year goes by
Memories now which make me sigh
Roll on for another New Year
New session to adore and fear?