you can’t resist
you’re reminded
every morning
with a *****
you’re physically strong
but sexually weak

confused, by my wiles
yielding, to my whims
you think
you’re in charge
all the while
submitting
to my pleasures

surrender
acquiesce
acknowledge
i am
your superior

I am the alpha
the dominate
in this relationship
get on your knees
worship me
my *****
kiss my ***
**** my toes
submissive
beta boy

put on the collar
attach the leash
get on your knees
beg for mommy
that’s a good boy

are you *****
have an *******
bad boy
no *******
mommy’s leg
back in your cage

eat the alpo
i put in the bowl
isn’t it good
have some more

how does it feel
to be dominated
be my *****
loser boy

bow down to women
your superior
admit it
deep down inside
you know men are inferior

always *****
hormonally driven
a slave
to their desire
whacking off
watching ****
chronically *******
for six hours a day

in modern times
men are useless
obsolete
it's a new age
of girl power
female *******
gynarchy

In the smoke and haze
I could lie for days
Bound by dreams
Of vivacious scenes

A matriarchal mistress
From Sacher-Madoche novella
Gleaming eyes; a cruel smile
Courtesy could not last for a mile

Spank and strike,
Dearest love and goddess
Do not shirk from such duty
****** and tantalising

Bask in decadent moonlight
By the wisp of cold wind
Cure your sadism
And sate your masochism

Within piquant smell of leather
Find your balance
Between lust and love
Dealt with swift blows so keen and easy

All whilst recounting your ****** burden
Unto lovely Aphrodite
She is taken with vile passion
And laden with fur and velvet

Roses are red
She makes my ***** sore
She is my owner
And I am her *****

Im the property of thee Miss Jazreal
And my best reward possible is her pleasure
I gulp at the sight of her sharp pointed heel
But her kisses at the end are my soothing treasure

I try to be an obident boy
Even though everytime she whips me I whimper and hollar
But at the end of the day Ill still be her feminine toy
Because Im bound to her by both love and collar

Miss Jazreal wears the pants in this relationship and Im proud to say that I wear the *******

His trim and beautiful body laid out on the floor,
Chest rising and falling,
She watches silently from the door,
The voices are calling.
Whispers in her ears,
Eyes glazed in a trance,
He could allay her fears,
with an immodest dance.

Her ***** are burning,
Pain would sooth her yearning.

he looks at the world through ragged eyes,
he gazes lovingly up at Her,
his daily façade a disguise,
Inside a cur.
She looks at the world with ambitious intent,
Her sadistic malice is his pleasure,
Her feet on his back quite content,
A moment he will treasure.

his obedience runs deep,
Moments of agony are memories to keep.

Adasdasdas

She placed
Her young husband
In a chastity belt

It was important for
Him to learn self-control

He wasn't going to
Just have *** whenever
He wanted to

If he was attentive
To her needs
And the house was clean

Well, then
Perhaps a release
Would be allowed

But it was up to her
When that would occur