Morning Cream

I was in a deep dream, slumbering peacefully,
A sudden tremor jolts me, disrupting my reverie.
As I awaken, my gaze reveals the scene,
You, orchestrating a game, a surreal dream.
 
Exposed and vulnerable, I stand bare,
You've unraveled it all, not a shred to spare.
Grasping fiercely, like gripping a lion's mane,
The intensity of your hold, shaking with a fervent strain.
 
I plea, "Release me, I'll be drained," I implore,
You hush me, "Quiet, my darling, this is your training floor."
With every smack, sensations ripple through,
Creamed out, I squirm under your view.
 
In vulnerability, I am laid bare,
You draw near, claiming, "You're my pet, do you dare?"
You declare dominion, asserting your command,
Excitement echoes as I lie open, completely unmanned.