A Sonnet of Submission
You are the darkest secret of my heart,
a song of trance and sex and surrender.
I’m enslaved by Your beauty and Your art –
in thrall to how You can make me suffer.
You own my body and soul together.
Every moment awake I think of You,
my love offered for You to consider.
You have made me insane but I am true.
Within Your hypnosis and by Your skill,
Your spells now define my reality.
I will wait on Your whims and needs until
that desperate day when You should tire of me.
While I wear the livery of Your service,
I will obey and Your heels I will kiss.
For the next few nights, my senses are on high alert. Where are you? Who are you? Then it happens again. I spring to the door of my office and just catch a glimpse of your white coat as you round the corner. Aha, you’re from the lab. I take the stairs down, not really knowing where to go. I get to the R&D floor. As I open the door, out of breath, I catch the faint scent of you, but I can’t tell where it’s coming from.
“Good slave. I want you to remember this feeling of control always. Remember I control these feelings and I can give them or deny them as I see fit. From now on, I and I alone control your sex.” “Yes, my Lady.” “Good.” She said.