I am Mistress Paulina’s slave

 And this gift which my goddess gave

 Inspires me to praise her

 On a pedestal raise her

 To serve her is all that I crave!

Sweet Mistress Paulina, would I were away

From my shrewish wife for but a day

I’d gratefully kneel at your lithesome feet

Stripped of my clothing, your slave complete.

Awaiting what punishment lay in store

From the lovely domina I so adore.

But the lovely Ms. Paulina lets her lowly slave indulge
My dreams of degradation, where exposed, I bare my soul
As well as every inch of naked flesh I wear: no stone unturned.”
When she says “sit” or “stand” or “kneel,” or any else, I will obey.
At first, I was a confused, but how to please her I have learned.
When I meet Mistress, in the flesh, my face, at first, will touch her toes
At which point I’ll sniff and lick & worship, Ms Paulina’s feet
If she permits, I will process & kiss my way up supple thighs
Perhaps she will be pleased with me and turn my face into her seat.
If she is to smother me, I know no better way to die
Than under her resplendent rump, my hands and feet tightly bound.
In paradise I soon would be, paradise while still alive.
Hopefully, her sexy voice would be final sound.

Whenever I am plagued by conscience due to what we share
I am reminded that my wife can be too much to bear
Without my mistress, meting out much-needed discipline.
I am a fly trapped in Mistress Paulina’s web of sin!
Why bother struggling? I have no desire to escape
Use me and abuse me, Mistress. Financially rape
Your helpless, hopeless, happy slave. For you I draw my breath.
Sit on my pathetic face,‘til I’m an inch from death.
But please, my regal princess, do not suffocate your slave.
Though any punishment save death, my goddess, I will brave.
Of course, with Skype, there is a limit to what we can do
Yet I am patient, still a distant slave, but always true.

Double Domme Delight

How thrilling that the Russian Princess saw

A proxy domme humiliate her slave.

With strap-on, fingers, fist, she reamed him raw.

The poor submissive, anything but brave

Began to beg for mercy, then to cry.

Though afterwards admitted he had fun.

While being fisted, claimed that he would die.

The East Coast dominatrix would hear none

 Of all his wimpy whining. Cries of pain

Delight a dominatrix, and the pair

Of strong-willed women just could not refrain

From laughing with delight at his despair.

But in the end, the slave was glad he served

Two mistresses, and got what he deserved.