Tamed

I am aware of his eyes, they are watching,
Why is he observing and why choose me?
At His bidding I am played and catching
Not once his gaze, as His will it must be.

Not able to hide, all at his command,
On fours crawling, begging desire to please.
A sexual play thing, at His sole demand.
Tamed by kneeling on rice and the iced freeze.

The scars of his lash vibrant on my back,
Each one His mark of my own disrespect.
His teaching through pain all the skills I lack,
For Him my own will I must disconnect.

A girl trained to be Master’s slave of lust,
Obedience is all, His need I trust.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.