That other man

His wish; to endure humiliation  
Reduced to dust underneath My shoe.  
Under My regime,  
forced to do whatever may please Me.  
To cherish and adore.  
My will, his law.  

One day I came home,  
saw him sitting on his knees,  
begging Me please.  
Commands letting him know.  
I would be resting on his face.  
 
His tongue very dedicated  
Breathing volatile...  
When I started to explain,  
where previously,  
My wet hole had been.  
 
Told him about how sensual and rough,  
that man shoved his hard dick in and out of Me,  
how often he had given Me an orgasm.  
It was making his tongue move wildly across My Sex organ.  
 
Told I saw him as a real Man,  
I intended to meet him more often.  
But not him, saw him as; nothing.  
just a toy for Me to use.  
Those words made his heart race,  
 
Acting like a lost hungry beast,  
looking for a lost trace....  
My clit being his only beacon  
 
Nothing, almost lost his mind.  
Reduced,  
deprived of masculinity.  
As My hips move wildly,  
using his stupid- wet cunt- smelling face.  
 
"Good, now that it's clean,  
go, clean the dishes".  
 
"Yes Ma'am"  
Was the only thing, nothing could say.