An ode to Me penned by one of My dear collared slaves

AN ODE TO THE LADY OF THE DUNGEON  

She dresses to please, but only to tease

You cannot touch, though you want to so much

Who is this Women who is into your life?

The one who is secret from even your wife?

A Woman of mystery, intrigue, and desire.

A Women that burns you like a red hot fire

You kneel before Her awaiting Her touch

She touches you like you want it so much

You feel so weak, as She squeezes your parts

Followed by a slap now that really smarts

 But you just care; you so need to please Her

You have no choice because you’re in Her lair

Who is this Women who takes your breath

Yes you know Her its Mistress Beth     

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