Slave Poems

11Jan 2017

Your psychological holds so strong ,that
New subordinates keep coming along
Attracted by your body of sin
you hold our emotions deep within..

There’s nobody to touch you
you’re in you’re own class
A masterpiece of Art,
and im not being crass.

Your pulls so strong your reviewers say
If its dominance you want
there’s only one way.
it points to swinton and Mistress Bryce Jones. ..
this heaven sent females in a league of her own.

Just one visit and i was hooked
I knew it after just one look
Her confidence shows when she speaks her mind
A beautiful lady, caring and kind

As kind as Mistress Bryce Jones can be
Don’t be fooled by her radiant beauty
She’ll click her fingers and give a look
you’ll be on your knees and licking her boots

Psychologically superior,
Intellectually imperious
she inhabits a fantasy realm,
She’s the best in the business
her stables full of subjects
And Mistress Bryce Jones is at the helm

Her facility in swinton has been called aladdins cave
And miss Bryce Jones’s approval is the thing that we all crave…

I hope you have an evening without any mishaps.
this poems written by your poet
who’ll glady take your slaps…

11Jan 2017

A subs verbal tribute,  well where does one start
Right at the beginning, and straight from the heart…

A mistress of dominance,  A lady on high,
Addiction personified, that glint in her eye…

She puts us in places that we’ve never been,
Oh MISTRESS BRYCE JONES The queen of the scene…

We kneel in subservience,  we quiver at her feet
This mesmerising lady we all want to meet.

We fantasise  about you, yet still we all crave more…
that wonderful time…session day, when we knock on your door

Just talkin with you normally, can put us at our ease
yet those same lips whisper instructions….
so make sure that you please. ..

Make sure that you please mistress.,
Whatever it is she requires….
or you’ll end up restrained,  with your balls hooked up to wires….

To serve this imperious lady, it truly is a must,
She humiliates with impunity,
But still she’ll make you lust…

To lick her boots obediently is one of lifes great pleasures,
Thats just the start For MBJ,
because soon she’ll have you tethered.

Whatever it is she ties you to be sure of just one thing….
That SHE’S THE BOSS, she’ll show you why
By breaking in your ring

Please enjoy your holiday and return to swinton well….
your subs are here…a stable full…
and between our legs there’s a swell…

20Oct 2014

Who is this worldly Woman,
This Mistress that’s gone global,
Are you ready to enter Her world,
Of domination that is total?

A demanding and strict Disciplinarian,
Is what She claims to be,
A corporal fix for the corporate world,
Is Her philosophy.

She is tall, slim and attractive,
A blond Goddess in every which way,
Words cannot do Her justice,
To see Her will blow you away.

26Aug 2014

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

21Aug 2014

The Punishment

Through circumstances,

Not in his control,

He was inexcusably late,

Which was never his goal.

 

The door stood ajar,

Mistress Bryce Jones must be waiting,

He was surely in trouble,

What was She debating.

 

As he entered Her realm,

Embarrassed and meek,

He dropped to the floor,

Her forgiveness to seek.

 

She came in full view,

Standing tall and with might,

The Ultimate Mistress,

What a powerful sight.

 

Her dominant stance,

Made him shiver with fear,

He knew what was coming,

A punishment was near.

 

She stood feet apart,

With hands poised on Her hips,

With a stern wicked glare,

And those full pouty lips.

 

In one hand She held,

A paddle of leather,

A spanking was coming,

And not with a feather.

 

He cowered at Her feet,

Kissing softly but fast,

Hoping She would soften,

And Her anger would pass.

 

That was not to be,

Over the knee and with haste,

She had him positioned,

Without a moment to waste.

 

She held him in place,

He dared not resist,

He had been a bad slave,

And now She was pissed.

 

The punishment came fast,

Stroke after stroke,

Harder and harder,

He would be beaten and broke.

 

Each powerful stroke,

Caused his body to quiver,

He had to endure,

As She continued to deliver.

 

His bottom turned red,

And felt warm to the touch,

A feeling he had yet,

To experience that much.

 

When She was finished,

He dropped to the floor,

Ready to worship,

Her feet and much more.

 

She allowed him to thank Her,

For such a painful display,

A punishment much deserved,

For his lateness.

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