The
Dominatrix Lady called at my home today.
She
walked past me and sat right down,
said
she was here to stay.
She
told me that I had no choice, in matters of my own.
That
she was taking full control,
and
I would always obey her commanding tone.
She
made me turn off every light
inside
my home that burned so bright.
She
said the darkness was her friend.
This
lady of the night.
I
became Oh So submissive, as she poked and stabbed
with
her pointed stick that was so red hot,
but
burned like ice on me.
This
Dominatrix Lady made me stumble and fall.
Every
time I saw my escape,
She
built another wall.
Why
did she choose Me, to be her whipping boy?
I
couldn’t see the sense at all.
But
sex was not the reason I became this lady’s toy.
With
every nerve end tingling I would go against the grain.
I
would act out her life fantasy.
Destroy
my own reality.
She
fed me live red maggots that invaded my home.
They
gnawed so very gently,
inside
my bleeding aching bones.
As
every new day passes, in my home that’s not my own.
The
Dominatrix Lady dreams up her new tortures,
I’m
then force-fed and shown.
It’s
been over twenty years now since she came to my door.
She
wore a bright, encrusted badge.
It
said ‘S & M’….. I’m sure.
Maybe
she had it on back-to-front, this lady of the night.
If
she did, then I now know.
Why
I’m in this losing fight.
Hmmmmm……….
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