Slave

 You think you’re worthy of me?
Then, get on your knees,
And learn to serve me.
I am your Mistress.  Your purpose is to please.

Your Mistress has demands.
You are to worship her.
Her desire is your command.
Do not displease her.

Worship at the altar with skillful tongue
Lapping at your lady’s treasure.
Shake her to the core; make her come undone.
Lust sated, you are, for a time, saved from displeasure.

Your Mistress demands perfection from her slaves;
Nothing less than absolute devotion will suffice.
Those that misbehave
Fall prey to her agonizing devices.


Or is that what you desire, Slave?