Blog : Ode the Twelfth: The Contract

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1/27/2015 3:02 pm

Ode the Twelfth: The Contract

Foolish slave, pay close attention!
Forthright, the Mistress makes it plain,
First sign a contract, withal limit the endless pain.
Leave nothing out, nothing undone,
'Ere first descending midst cobweb and gloom.

Chained, with face pressed hard 'gainst the wall,
It's too late, far too late, now there's no way out.
Mistress stands behind, coiled whip in hand, readying to let it fall,
She's going to use it, no matter how much you shout,
Begging's no use, you're about to get her all.

Now you hear a thunderous crack!
'Tis the whip, teasing first the ground,
The ground so firm behind your back,
Tears, and not of joy, will soon abound.

Your thighs are next, unless it's only your ass in play.
Without a contract, you're about to rue this day.
No blood's allowed, nor permanent mark, you say?.
The words tightly bind, set limits to your pain,
These the terms even thine Mistress must obey.

Your safe word, pays it does to remember it well.
Ah, but there's a gag to stifle your screams,
How, then, can you one precious safe word yell?
Do you have an alternate plan,
A ball, perchance, to let drop from hand?
Or must you stomp with foot upon the ground,
With heel and toe somehow make the sound?

Mistress sees and hears quite all,
With care and love, will not let you fall.
But it's for you always to guide her way,
With this contract once again to save the day.


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