I must point out that these pieces are NOT autobiographical. I wrote them merely to explore these things. You may judge whether or not I was successful in my imaginings.
Why Men Come To Me
In case you may wonder why men come to me
I will tell you what I think of this.
They come not for sexual favours you see
not even so much as a kiss.
No. Men wielding power can never let go
the burden they carry is great
but while they are with me - an hour or so -
I relieve them of some of the weight.
They are once again children, submissive and weak,
for here I tell them what to do
also I punish - that is what they seek -
so a kind of confessional too.
They tell me no secrets, I tell them no lies,
they get satisfaction and leave;
maybe their wives or their sweethearts despise
what makes these men secretly grieve.
So just for an hour they let it all out
and grovel and plead at my feet
and when the chastisement results in a shout
I know that my work is complete.
© 2001
What Is Normal Anyway?
Just who do you think you are?
Standing there
staring at me
my clothes
my appearance
judging me
contempt in your eyes.
What do you know of me?
Of my way of life?
Of my raison d'etre?
You, with your well-bred ways
and your narrow-minded morals.
Pinched lips and half closed eyes
betray the leanness of your soul.
How can you ever understand
the value of my kind?
You with your nice neat
"normal" existence.
"Nothing wrong with that," you say.
Oh no
except perhaps a lack of -
what? compassion?
No. For that suggests
I need your sympathy.
Not so.
Tolerance then.
Live and let live.
I say tomayto
you say tomarto.
And when a man,
your man perhaps,
comes to me
seeking satisfaction
you would deny him
I am happy and,
more than happy,
privileged
to give it.
© 2001
Not A Hooker
Please do not confuse me
with prostitutes or hookers
although we may look similar
to casual onlookers.
What they give their clientele
is simply not for me
but then we deal in different
commodities you see.
A substitute for love perhaps
is what the harlot offers
but there is no pretence with me
or how I fill my coffers.
I give straightforward discipline
- they like humiliation -
for me there is no sex involved
no sense of great elation.
This is a service I provide,
easy, clean and neat
though I do get satisfaction
when they grovel at my feet.
© 2001
Excuse
Used by men almost everywhere:
the oldest excuse in the book.
"I cannot be blamed for this, my Lord,
the woman tempted me. Look!
I am merely a creature of flesh and blood
with feelings I cannot control."
True. He who blames women for his own sins
has a poor excuse for a soul.
© 2002
Fantasies.
They come to me with their dreams
expecting that I will fulfill them
I comply with their sick little schemes
just as long as I don't have to kill them.
I'm not in the business of killing
- deliberate or accidental -
not even if they appear willing
but it's not because I'm sentimental.
Doctors and lawyers and clerics
judges and - yes - politicians;
their wives would collapse in hysterics
if they knew these men's kinky ambitions.
I'm persona non grata, so what!
I know that I keep men contented
for whatever they're needing I've got,
but it's never for sale, only rented!
© 2002
Fetters
Oh how I love to see people in fetters
tied at the ankles and tied at the wrists
all their appendages bound and resistricted
making their toes curl, their hands into fists.
Why they enjoy it I cannot imagine
I only know that it quite turns me on
Somewhere inside me lurks something quite cruel;
it bothered my conscience but that was soon gone.
Flesh turning purple is quite interesting.
Veins start to bulge as the blood is retained.
Eyes looking worried yet oddly excited
watch as he waits to be beaten and caned.
Does it disturb you, this picture of punishment?
Do you know how many people do this?
Why, you are thinking, would anyone want to?
Why receive torment instead of a kiss?
Civilisation has not altered anything;
people are just as barbaric today;
always they crave some excitement and danger
to bring some adrenalin into their play.
In this I can help, I am ready and willing
for it is arousing for me, as I said,
and when it is over and they have departed
I live it over again in my head.
© 2002
Really Rather Nice
Hard-hearted Hannah I am not
though I may appear to be.
I put it on with the leather and chains
It is just a game you see.
For men who like that kind of thing
the harder I am, the better;
they expect a Mistress, yes? and I
fulfull it to the letter.
In my dungeon I am queen,
a goddess, cold as ice
but outside working hours I am
really rather nice !
© 2002
Call Me Mistress
Call Me Mistress, vermin
Don't look at Me that way
avert your gaze at all times
or by My life you'll pay
What do you call Me? Yes that's right!
You smile, but this is no game.
You are just my obedient boy
you have no other name.
This is the way you will speak to Me:
"Whatever Mistress pleases."
Mistress's obedient boy
should not think Mistress teases.
Mistress now will sit right here
while you take off your clothes
I have some clamps here in My hand
now where should I put those?
I see the thought excites you
you sad pathetic worm
Come over here! Kneel at my feet!
Ah, now you begin to squirm
I think it is time to tie you up
and see how much you can take
just keep that horrid thing away
from me, for goodness sake
You really are disgusting.
What are you? That's right.
I can take no more of you
Now get out of my sight.
© 2002
Submission
Do not try to control me
I will not submit to anyone
I like to please, it is true
but what pleases me
may not always please you
I have my own ideas
about what feels right
and what feels wrong
I live by my own rules
and my resolution is strong
Some things I will not do
no matter how much you pay me
while other things I will do for free
you will owe me nothing
I do it for you
There is no-one who understands
what goes on in the mind of another
not a father or mother
a sister or brother
or anyone else at all
yet each may hold out a hand
a helping hand, an olive branch
a gesture of peace in a troubled world
a bridge across the great divide
that lies between your world and mine
whether it be of race or breed
of culture or creed
of morals or needs
or even the generations
but do not seek to control me
for I submit to no one
© 2002
Ice Maiden
I always considered myself to be
a girl of impeccable taste
but then I found I wanted to see
arrogant men debased.
So I changed my style and advertised
and the phone began to ring;
I never imagined so many guys
would enjoy that kind of thing.
I tie them up and treat them rough
and use their bodies for fun
and when they think they have had enough
I have only just begun.
I have recently seen some men around
I would like to get into my clutches;
though possibly strutting in, I fear
they would hobble out on crutches.
On reflection my tastes are still
impeccable and precise;
but now they possess a kind of chill
like menthol poured over ice.
© 2002
Kneel Before Me
Come here and kneel before me!
You may lick the Mistress's boots -
being willing to beg is one
of your better attributes.
Stay where you are, you cockroach !
How dare you try to rise!
If I catch you doing that again
I shall cut you down to size.
So what if your knees are hurting?
You are not dying yet.
You can get up when I say so;
I need a cigarette.
Hold out your hand to catch the ash
Yes! Of course it is hot!
What! Are you now complaining?
No, I should just think not!
I need you to clearly understand
that I give the orders here!
Learn to simply obey me -
is that a groan I hear?
Is that how you treat superiors?
Then do not treat me that way.
You WILL bow down before me
or believe me, you will pay.
© 2002
Lick My Boots
Not all the men who visit me
wish to be chastised.
Some submissives come; should they be
pitied or despised?
I treat them with derision;
they treat me like a queen,
bowing, scraping, grovellling;
it really is obscene.
How pathetic are these men;
they irritate me so!
I treat them just as what they are:
the lowest of the low.
When they are dressed as I require
with leather straps and chains
they must fulfil my every whim.
Humiliation reigns!
On hands and knees they serve me
as tables or as seating.
Of course they must not fail in this
for that would bring a beating.
I use their hands as ashtrays
to put out my cheroots;
what hair they have to mop up spills,
their tongues to clean my boots.
Also there are other things
I do not care to tell;
your stomach may be sensitive,
your intellect as well.
One thing I will not tolerate
is any sign of ardour
but rising passions tend to be,
in such restraints, much harder.
So what if they get hurt a bit?
It matters not at all.
They pay me for the privilege
of being in my thrall.
© 2002
Religion
What do I think of Religion?
To be honest, I rarely do.
But when I do I think of this:
men exercising power,
seeking to control us -
nothing new in that.
Some try persuasion:
If you love me swallow this;
while others use brute force:
Obey me or be punished.
Purgatory, gehenna, hell,
(where people like me belong)
or for the "good" there's Elysium,
heaven, nirvana, paradise,
it's all the same to me;
pie in the sky when you die.
If it's all the same to you
I'll enjoy myself here with a beer.
Then there's the numbers game:
10 commandments, hundreds of laws
7 deadly sins
5 pillars of faith for some
the trinity or three in one
many representations
or the one true god?
and then of course, which one?
They cannot all be right -
perhaps they all are wrong!
Perhaps it is every man for himself
as some would have us believe
but personally I like to think
that somewhere there is a higher power
one who watches over us
and helps us day by day
encouraging us with a kick in the pants
who wants us to be the best that we can
while holding out a helping hand
to others along the way.
© 2002
Satin And Lace
He stands there in the dungeon in a pale pink satin dress
of course I cannot laugh though it is funny I confess
his hairy body contrasts with the satin and the lace
and makes it very hard maintaining such a serious face.
He's wearing nylon stockings which are sheer and white and long
on legs which are as hairy as they are immense and strong
add to this the fact that he is six feet tall at least
wearing high heeled shoes is is adding sugar to the yeast.
I feel the laughs fermenting, but have to keep control
he wants to hear his Mistress compliment him on his role
I comment on his make up, admire his lovely wig
and notice certain parts of his anatomy grow big
Telling him that he's a slut, a shameless little tart
makes him quite delirious, bless his little heart.
As he parades in front of me I always hide my mirth
He has paid a lot for this and gets his money's worth.
I do not know why certain people want to do such things
or why some people seem to need the help of clamps and rings
I only know to each his own, whatever tilts his kilt,
what makes one man excited, will make another wilt.
So do not deem to judge these men, or women such as me
just because you cannot understand the things you see.
It's really very simple, they want what I can give
It's quite extraordinary how some people choose to live.
© 2002
Satisfaction Guaranteed
I hear the sighs, the grunts, the cries
and wonder if I've gone too far.
A look, a questing eyebrow raised.
I wouldn't want to leave a scar.
A smile that tells me all is well
accompanies his muttered word
so I continue as before;
onwards, upwards, undeterred.
How much more can one man take?
When does need turn into greed?
Still, I must make good my claim:
Satisfaction guaranteed.
© 2002
The Tyrannical Tool
I should make clear, before I am lynched, I speak here not of all men.
Just certain of their number.
Once I was told by a man I know well
that the biggest untruth you will hear a man tell
is "No, of course I won't come in your mouth."
That's as far from the truth as north is from south.
Ladies, take warning, and take it from me,
the most hideous lie, I am sure you agree,
is "Darling I love you," when what they are saying
is "Here's what I want; you had best be obeying."
Our mothers were right, these despicable worms
see our bodies as something to fill with their sperm.
They want to pump semen, slimy and hot
into every last orifice, like it or not.
And such subterfuge they will use on occasion
to make you agree to this penile invasion.
I thought I'd heard everything over the years
but still I am learning, with laughter or tears.
"I'll teach you to handle this powerful tool,
and then when it happens you won't feel a fool."
Well you don't have to swallow, you don't have to cough,
just tell them, if that's not your thing, to "Fuck off!"
© 2002
Over To You
I would tie him to the bed posts
and watch him as he lay
stretched out like a letter X
is how he liked to play.
Gagged, he could not say a thing
but silent, he would plead;
his eyes spoke volumes, so much so
my heart would almost bleed.
Almost, but not quite, because
that is why he was here;
he wanted all this torture,
he got off on the fear.
He liked me in black leather
it really made him hot;
the mask, the thigh high boots, the whip,
the fishnet tights, the lot.
I would let him see me first
approach him with the whip
then very slowly run it down
his body, just the tip,
Tantalising, teasing him,
making him perspire,
play it very cool and watch
his temperature get higher.
When I thought the time was right
I would go to town;
taking him to untold heights
before I brought him down.
He does not come here anymore,
his wife took up the call.
Now she makes him suffer, in
a room just down the hall.
© 2003
Depravity
What are some men at heart?
Beasts perhaps, or worse.
Peel away the thin veneer,
revealing what lies hidden,
but be prepared. Unpleasantness
lurks just beneath the surface.
Dark desires and fantasies
fattened on pornography
lie in wait, bide their time,
til fate and circumstance permit
the acting out of dreams.
He sits, he thinks, he wonders,
until his mind, depraved,
no longer shrinks from it in horror;
suddenly it's possible
and someone, somewhere, suffers
all the agonies of hell.
© 2004
Nothing like it.
Another satisfied
customer;
a pity he couldn't stay.
There's nothing
like experience,
that's what I
always say.
Another successful
outcome,
another perfect day
A little bit of encouragement
goes a long
long
way
© 2004
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