FEMDOM (The Contract)

 
Her beautiful full fire fueled lips are painted dark red
Her purple and black corset sets a mood of anticipation and dread
I know I’ll be licking her boots later on once the ink is dry
With swiftness my mistress will punish me until I quake and cry

But I remain in awe at the wall behind her, a collection of toys
The types of things that make men scream like bitches and fuckboys
Yet I find an elation in the expectation of what she’ll do to me
Ms. M has a gem of an agenda that renders a painful ecstasy

I see a long wooden paddle and a saddle on the corner of her office
They have a large M (or a W depending which way will bring me bliss)
Her buxom figure triggers an enticing feeling I begin to quietly quiver
For she will deliver a delectable penalty it will truly make me shiver

I read over the contract like a sacred pact in abstract between us
Her voice fills the vexing voluminous void vying for lustful trust
As I sign, I know my secret desires will dwell in the fires of her control
For in my sexual bondage the strict Mistress will also take my soul