Hi guys
I would be glad of some feedback on some of my poems - Let me know what you think
MISTRESS
The mistress strode around her slave
She was not smiling her face was grave
‘My angel’said she as her hands she tied
‘Tis time my dear for the whip to glide’
The slave girl looked as mistress said
‘It’s time my slave,lay on the bed’
She lay face down wrists bound so tight
Her will had gone she had no fight
The mistress picked up the torture stick
It hissed and cracked when she made it flick
Slave girl lay there stripped and bare
Sweat now streaked her golden hair
‘Gently first I think’ said she
Sinking slowly to one knee
And whispered in the slave girls ear
‘your eyes my slave betray your fear’
The whip with it tails of nine
Flashed through the air with a whine
A crack then pain was slave girls prize
The cracking whip hid her cries
Her flesh so young no match for this
The red leaked out with every swish
‘My angel’cried the mistress loud
As her back again she flailed
‘Say the words and I will stop’
‘No’ said she ‘I love this crop’
Slave girl bit her lip and grinned
‘Beat me mistress for I have sinned’
Now she writhed but not with pain
This other feeling was not the same
No pain she felt but a deep warm glow
Other juices began to flow
Slave girl moaned but not with pain
Mmmm my Mistress … Whip me….. again
I would be glad of some feedback on some of my poems - Let me know what you think
MISTRESS
The mistress strode around her slave
She was not smiling her face was grave
‘My angel’said she as her hands she tied
‘Tis time my dear for the whip to glide’
The slave girl looked as mistress said
‘It’s time my slave,lay on the bed’
She lay face down wrists bound so tight
Her will had gone she had no fight
The mistress picked up the torture stick
It hissed and cracked when she made it flick
Slave girl lay there stripped and bare
Sweat now streaked her golden hair
‘Gently first I think’ said she
Sinking slowly to one knee
And whispered in the slave girls ear
‘your eyes my slave betray your fear’
The whip with it tails of nine
Flashed through the air with a whine
A crack then pain was slave girls prize
The cracking whip hid her cries
Her flesh so young no match for this
The red leaked out with every swish
‘My angel’cried the mistress loud
As her back again she flailed
‘Say the words and I will stop’
‘No’ said she ‘I love this crop’
Slave girl bit her lip and grinned
‘Beat me mistress for I have sinned’
Now she writhed but not with pain
This other feeling was not the same
No pain she felt but a deep warm glow
Other juices began to flow
Slave girl moaned but not with pain
Mmmm my Mistress … Whip me….. again
