Thoughts of my woes never  really were contemplated
upon reflection, this thing we are all do is fated
to fall on our laps. I was opened armed, I was blind
even though I could see, finding myself easily confined.

It was like I was strapped to a tree and then pulped
reformed to a thousand paper cuts. I was sculpt
in to the form i see now, I was a servant
while those that were calculatingly observant.

Less is more on the thoughts of a subliminal message,
could one even see that which was feed,  a presage
of there controlling. we are woven into this false
motion, confused by the continuous waltz.

I wore no chains no mark upon my supple flesh,
but this was a different kind, woven in unseen mesh.
I was drowning in air, i was sinking in depression
I'm enslaved with no evidence, only my confession.

Exposed and bare
Standing there
Following your demands
Your treasured possession
Object of obsession
Waiting for your commands

A slave for my master
A beautiful disaster
Submissive, wanting to obey
Torment and tease or
Worship and please
I'm yours in every way

You start off slow,
From my head to my toes
Covering my body with kisses
Working wonders with your mouth
Lingering as your lips go south
"Mmmmmm you taste delicious"

My hands are bound behind my back
You give my *** a nice hard smack
Whispering in my ear "you're mine"
You place a blindfold over my eyes
Your fingers slip between my thighs
Oh god sir, I'm on cloud nine!

Your cat of nine tails across my ****,
"On your knees you ***** ****"
My eyes light up when he greets me
He's like a rock,
Your big, beautiful ****
I take him in my mouth completely

My tongue dances wildly
To put it mildly
He is glistening from my spit
Enclosed in my lips,
Your hands on my hips
You signal for me to quit

He's throbbing, she's aching
You make me start begging
"Please sir, I need him now!"
"Bend over and take him *****"
As you ******, I start to twitch
Oh. My. God. Sir. Wow!

"Please don't stop sir! Harder! Faster"
"Wait for it *****, *** with your master"
Exploding like dynamite, we succumb
To feelings of ******,
Our mutual fantasy,
Into pure oblivion

Puppet, puppet,
dance to my whim.
Squirm under string,
and bend to my will.

Puppet, puppet,
hear my call.
Listen only to my word,
and never anything more.

Puppet, puppet,
ever breaking.
Your strings will snap,
and you will fall.

Puppet, puppet,
where have you gone?
Who am I
without my marionette?

Puppeteer, puppeteer,
where did you
get your strings?
who do you dance for?

Chaotic cabinet of curios,
obsessive dreams unlocked her secret drawers.
Who was Sylvia, a poetic
slave to an idealized dead father?

Her suurogate father figure Ted
would never do. Her seven year
itch at last unstuck her glue, sent
her back to hom she hardly knew.

You're a hideous creature.
A disgusting slave
To your emotions
Of lust and pain.
Have some self respect.
Give yourself some love.
But irksome are you;
your yields are not enough.
Familiarise yourself
with self control; restraint.
You're a demon imp,
Though claim to be a saint.
Neither prayers nor witchery
Can help you now.
For all your life,
to this idol you've bowed.

Do I write Poems?
Or do I plagarize his mind.

Do I press a jagged pen
Williningly into his tortured flesh?

Do I own these words?
Are they on lease from his screams?

Do I lock the door?
With his pounding to be freed?

My body, my mind
If you don't like it get out

Your words are nightmares
I suppose we both are prisoners

What is this force that is in me
That drives me now to submit
I cannot understand its power
nor my need of wanting it.

so I seek you out as Master
knowing the pain you will bring
as I beg for the slightest attention
to reduce me to less than a thing

....Francesca Anderssen 2016