SUBMISSIVE DELIGHTS
by Michael O'Connor

I've been thrashed by a Mistress who called herself Joy, Who sent me crawling home an extremely sore boy.
It was she who introduced me to the pleasure of the lash.
An initiation that was worth every penny of my cash.

Humiliation and abuse were this slave's sorry lot
When he fell into the clutches of a Dominatrix Scot.
Sixteen stone of mean bitch in boots and black leather.
For weeks I bore the scars of that little get-together.

In the dungeon of a Mistress I contacted through an ad.
I discovered dark desires I never knew I had.
She flogged my poor hindquarters scarlet with her cane.
But it was her strap-on cock that gave the most exquisite pain.

When abroad, there was a Spanish Madame that I met,
Who employed me as her maid and used me as her toilet.
Though I found this experience distasteful at first,
I soon learned to enjoy this way of slaking my thirst.

With a Mistress called Celia, I spent some time in Hell.
Enslaved not just to her, but her cruel daughter as well.
Mom tutored her vixen in the dark arts of torture.
A more willing pupil no teacher could have asked for.

Then there was the librarian I met at night classes.
A mild-mannered stereotype in unflattering glasses.
But appearances deceive, as I discovered to my cost.
She spat on me, whipped me, then told me to get lost.

How could I forget Mistress Tanya from Leeds?
In her dungeon there occurred some extremely dirty deeds.
Whether chained to the rack, strapped to an iron cross,
Or polishing her whips, I made sure to call her "Boss".

For the black Mistress who called me her little dog turd,
I must naturally reserve a most respectful word.
Her punishments were delivered with such exquisite finesse.
Had she demanded my soul, I'd have gladly said yes.

My addiction to this life as a dom. femme adoring man
Has even led me to submit to a rubber loving gran.
She might have passed sixty, but proved herself fit
To whip this slave into line and treat him like shit.

The boots of Goddesses young and old I have licked.
Over my buttocks many a riding whip has flicked.
Each and every Mistress I unashamedly revere
And thank for all my years of grovelling good cheer. .