Toy St0ry

When the morning comes
and I cannot see
because that is a sense
You have forbidden to me,
that is when I savor
and appreciate Your power.

When Your trance enfolds
all thought and action
and provides instructions
as to what I must become,
my need to serve You perfectly
completely overwhelms me.

When You take me to the edge
of physical ecstasy
and keep me there
while You climax repeatedly,
beautiful erotic agony
burns and consumes me.

When I awake in bondage,
a toy put away
until it is the next time
that You choose to play,
the extent of my desire
burns from Your denial.

In blindfold and gag,
wrists and ankles tightly tied,
with Your conditioning file
changing me inside,
pleasure reinforces Your control.
I only want to do what I'm told.


- (c) 2006, william the submissive poet