I Choose You!
The diamante collar served you only to betray
(though no one round the table would have given you away)
and I'm sure that every man there would have forfeited his pay
to abuse you!
Still, I never thought I'd see the day
when you would lean and turn my way
and in your soft submission say
"I choose you!"
In my dank and dingy dungeon I'm not gentle, to be sure,
for if I were to spare the rod you'd only beg for more
and when you plead with tearful eyes I cannot then ignore
or refuse you!
I steel myself when you implore
me to ensure you're extra sore;
I only want to hear once more,
"I choose you!"
You're a woman in a thousand; you're so beautiful and brave
and your soft and stripy body is the only one I crave
for you bore without a murmur every lashing that I gave
to bruise you!
And now I've taught you to behave
I wonder just who is the slave.
Speak nothing to my bondage save
"I choose you!"
Welcome Here
Arms entreating, fingers crossed
for only losers love the lost,
words of wisdom cut like wire;
I'm just a child of my desire.
Candle wax runs down the line
dividing mortal and divine;
take my jacket, take my fear,
I hope that I am welcome here.
Nothing ventured, nothing lost
in tongues or thongs at Pentecost;
crank ecstacy an octave higher
and volunteer me for the choir.
Lead the blind and bleed the lines
of saints and serpents intertwined;
take my offering, take my ear,
I feel that I am welcome here.
Count your blessings, count the cost
of feelings sealed in permafrost;
stretch your limbs, embrace the spire
resplendent with St. Elmo's fire.
Spill the beans and spill the wine,
become my scarlet valentine;
take my incense, take my tears,
I know that I am welcome here.
Hallelujah
the lady kept a secret log
of every time he came to flog
for no one else would chasten or subdue her;
you know the score; the strap, the cane,
till, screaming in the tides of pain,
the ecstasy of subspace overthrew her;
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
too long ago she saw the light,
but the baptistry's not watertight
and the spirit's wind no longer whistles through her;
and all that's left's the rusty nails,
the crown of thorns, the thongs, the flails,
just fragments of an icon which once drew her;
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
now we're far apart as we could be,
two islands in a sober sea,
but I count it as an honour that I knew her;
as he ties her to the kitchen chair
and gives her fifty on the bare
we celebrate our secret Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelujah.
"Hallelujah" is a version of the Leonard Cohen song made famous by Jeff Buckley but my version was written specially for a lady, though I don't mention her by name.
Modern Female Dominant
My chambers are discreet, and imperiously correctional;
With implements replete, and mirrors bi-directional,
My tawsing's quite terrific, and my caning's more than competent,
I am the very model of a modern female dominant!
So let's get down to business, we have no time to be sociable; No touching, no relieving and my tribute's non-negotiable.
My thighs are thick as tree-trunks and my breasts are over-prominent,
I am the very model of a modern female dominant!
Now bend over the birching stool and count up to a million,
Then with a wax and razor you can have a male Brazilian;
You'll find that pain and pleasure are incurably concomitant,
I am the very model of a modern female dominant!
Though wives often accuse me of inciting men to deviate,
They've often caused the symptoms which I'm seeking to alleviate,
So recommend my website, and I'll return the compliment,
I am the very model of a modern female dominant!
