The Best Part of Waking Up

 
My mistress calls to me
as she does
at least once a day.
I am feeling strong
and so I try to resist
though I never can for long
and her punishments
for my defiance
are heavy handed
and cruel,
always leaving me
quaking with pain
and unable to face the world.
I so hate
how dependent
I have let myself become
on her smooth
strong
ebony beauty;
I can't make it through
even half of my day
without succumbing
to her charms.
Her unique scent,
no matter how I try,
always makes my mouth water
and causes my self control
to shatter.
Before long
I will go to her
on bended knee
and begging
for a release from my torment,
for her to be merciful
and to save me
from the pain
I made her inflict.
It always ends this way,
with me desperately
drinking deeply of her,
praising her for the joy she brings,
my body humming
with the pleasure
of her bittersweet
embrace.