Poems
POEM BY DD
This poem was written by a dear subbie, DD, who I have known for a number of years and who's sessions are always memorable. Thankyou DD you always make me smile.
Where are the subs and the masochists
with the balls to send me their kinks as lists?
Let me take your ideas and give them a "tweak"
...if a talented Mistress is someone you seek Don't drown me in words; I don't need a book
To fashion a session that'll change your outlook
So one page max; not a single line more
Says the Queen of Tweak - this is my law Just remember the maxim that "Mistress is right"
Forget this rule and you'll regret your plight
Are you ready to yield, to give me control
Of your mind and your body - you as a whole? Then get down on your knees and kiss my feet,
Beg me to punish you with pain so sweet
That'll soon have you firmly under my spell
Sometimes in Heaven; sometimes in Hell. What tools shall I use to inflict your pain?
Needles? Electrics? Crop or Cane?
I've an Aladdin's cave of BDSM ware
To stretch your limits - if you dare Now crawl to the bench; let me fasten you down
'Tis the Queen of Tweak who wears the crown
So submit and surrender to the swing of my cane
And I'll take you to subspace and back again.
with the balls to send me their kinks as lists?
Let me take your ideas and give them a "tweak"
...if a talented Mistress is someone you seek Don't drown me in words; I don't need a book
To fashion a session that'll change your outlook
So one page max; not a single line more
Says the Queen of Tweak - this is my law Just remember the maxim that "Mistress is right"
Forget this rule and you'll regret your plight
Are you ready to yield, to give me control
Of your mind and your body - you as a whole? Then get down on your knees and kiss my feet,
Beg me to punish you with pain so sweet
That'll soon have you firmly under my spell
Sometimes in Heaven; sometimes in Hell. What tools shall I use to inflict your pain?
Needles? Electrics? Crop or Cane?
I've an Aladdin's cave of BDSM ware
To stretch your limits - if you dare Now crawl to the bench; let me fasten you down
'Tis the Queen of Tweak who wears the crown
So submit and surrender to the swing of my cane
And I'll take you to subspace and back again.