The Room

I asked william to write a poem inspired by this photo so I'm reprinting it to accompany his words. ~ Lady Julia



The Room

To the room of darkness and light,
She summoned him for Her amusement
and cruel delight.

He is not as before and he does
what he is told. She makes sure
he forgets who he was.

Do not waste tears for him, he wants this
more than anything. In Her control,
he surrenders to Her kiss.

She dresses carefully to feed his fetishes.
Her words are chosen to drive him insane.
He feels only what She wishes.

When Her bright red nails, imagined or real,
trace the curve of his cheek, he must speak
and all his darkest secrets reveal.

She pleasures Herself while he is in trance,
each climax driving him deeper into frustration
and arousal without deliverance.

The room is real and in his mind.
She has trained and conditioned him
to only be free when hypnotically confined.

(c)2007, william the submissive poet