nowhere good enough for Her, i work instead to get Her all She wants.
rich men. i pimp for Her with no recompense. i pay to find Her men.
and i may hand-wash Her underclothes.
in a dark closet with shoes and my own day's waste
hearing a recording for my catechism
then, plastic-bagged and brought into the light
knowing the re-birth, knowing my new form
undressed there, my shins against cement
i'm wearing lipstick for my recitations
She's doctoral, learned in the art of getting the words right
along with the exercise
She held me over and sat me in one place
for two hours and told me not to move
with my mouth cocked open for Her stuff
and She and it were soft and very, very big
it's important that She cares enough
to dismiss all but my love of serving Her --
erection to be tied to a strangle
in its blatant proof of weakness
Discipline is best administered objectively
that is, when the Dominatrix is resolving an issue
from Her life that has nothing to do with the
submissive being punished.
What is arbitrary is pure.
Nothing surpasses the feel of lips working
and the involuntary spasm
the gob following
i need a roomful of friends
She works it out of Herself
relieves the stress of dealing
with fools and makes me one
She builds Her strength
making me the source
of trouble object of Her aim
Whatever She hates
She makes me into and strikes
it out of Her life