Sent by Slave David.
I saw it on Twitter, my Owner’s command
Write Me a poem, meet My demand
I pondered, I paused, what could I write?
To please my Mistress, my total delight
The first time I met Her, I remember it well
One glimpse of Her beauty, I was under Her spell
Her eyes, Her hair, Her lips, Her leg
Straight on my knees, I wanted to beg
To be Her property, to serve Her forever
All thoughts of freedom, I decided to sever
You can try, She said, but the road will be tough
I can be kind and sweet, but I can also be rough
You’ll be My plaything, a thing to abuse
You’ll have no rights, you’re there to amuse
Obey My orders, or punishment will follow
You’ll feel the pain, and experience the sorrow
Of failing your Mistress, your reason to live
Disobedience is something I never forgive
Not a second’s thought, my mind is so clear
I adore my Mistress, soft or severe
I have started my training, each session is great
My greatest desire, Her slave, my fate
It’s still early, there’s a long way to go
But deep in my heart, I’m certain I know
I am the property, my skin, my bones
Of my Goddess, Mistress Bryce Jones