Autumnal Coats

She woke to skies tinted with greys
And thought a coat might hold the breeze
At bay on walks on Autumn days,
Despite the dead, but swirling leaves;

But first things first: let master own
His bitch with bone - she hoped she'd be
Allowed his essence ; so, she'd moan
To please him quite contentedly;

Or so she'd hoped, for there was joy,
In service and surrender, where
She smiled to be used as fuck toy
And sighed to have him grab her hair;
 
He'd force his cock right down her throat
For master's cock's autumnal coat...