||This was written with the Nursery Rhyme|
"Mary had a little lamb"
spinning in my head.
Now you know,
the way it goes,
and how it should be read!
Master had a little slave
whose hair was crimson red
And everywhere that Master went
tethered by chain she was led.
She followed him to work one day
to abide by his new rules
Her humiliatoin before his peers
one of the tests of this new school.
Raising her skirt to reveal pale cheeks
while his hand swiftly wooshed through the air
Such pain he inflicted on her soft, smooth skin
made her cry out in tearful despair.
Pleased he returned to his cold, dark dungeon
for it was time to show her who is boss
Deeply he laughed in a sinister tone
as he fastened her leather cuffs to the cross.
Wrapping the silk scarf tightly around
blinding her from what was to come
The sound of his voice her only focus
making the rest of her world go numb.
Stroking and kissing all her delicate pink parts
while taunting his whore with disdain
Enflaming her many senses of desire
teasingly, with his clamps, crop and cane.
The nights final lesson he bestowed upon his slave
would surely bring about her imploring screams
Feeling the seering sting of his leather on her loins
creating the pleasures of subspace dreams.
Satiated in his thirst for this slut he created
for she has been broken to serve and adore
Eagerly she is wanton and awating his touch
charmed at his feet, she will kneel, evermore