Too cold, you whimper.
I insist. You comply. Wind
Does not chill your heat.
Tag: submission
Punished
You hesitated
To comply with my command;
So, here’s the button.
Priestkiller
Nothing is hidden
With some imagination
And razor wire.
I say, “speak softly,
And carry a cattle prod.”
Not just metaphor.
Appearances
No request of yours
Can shame me; I try to act
Appropriately
Mortified at your
More extreme commands, just for
Appearance’s sake
Slavish
Permanently less.
Dependent on you for life.
Your whim, becomes my
Imperative. If
You forgot me, I would die.
Your heart pumps mine too.
Your absence unmoors me
I float high above the ground,
Immaterial.
Had I life before
I knew you? Impossible.
Your authority
Is the breath in my
Lungs. If you did desire it,
I would suffocate.
Overtaken
Your gravity is
Controlled by mine. Subjected
Beneath me, shadowed.
The Emperor
If all these must fall,
To raise my power skyward,
Let it be done, now.
Omphale and Hercules
Often am I asked
To tell of how I won my
Freedom when enslaved
By Barbarian
Queen Omphale. She dressed me
In her clothes, and wore
My lion skin. Then,
Bit I her nipples, fucked her
Ass, and she was mine.
My Bad
I put it where you
Said I shouldn’t, I thought you’d
Warm up to it. Whoops.
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