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Intro –  This Poem is a collaboration between myself and the multi-talented, multi-tasking, most awesome to work with @PixieDust.  All the good bits are probably her work and any mistakes will be mine!!  Our idea was to take the ten commandments, twist them into ten commands (5 commands given by the Dom to his sub, and 5 supplications from the Sub that reflect his ownership and control over her).  

There was a lightning storm overhead while this was written, but as no-one was struck down, we figure it’s a mild blasphemy at best! 

We hope you enjoy! 

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Her master stood and to her he said, 

In a voice like thunder that rocked the bed: 

“I am the Lord, your Dom, you shall have no other!” 

Her passions flare, her mind is smothered. 

His words fall like strokes of fire,  

lighting in her pure desire. 

Supplicant, she takes her pose,  

breathlessly she did propose: 

“I shall make an idol out of you” 

As she awaits his command of what to do. 

He looked down upon her, on her knees 

And knew she had the need to please. 

 

With one finger, gently, beneath her chin 

He lifts her face to look up at him: 

“I shall misuse you, as I am named your Dom” 

“I am he who all commands come from” 

Her face upturned in his direction 

Her vision filled with his erection 

She knows her place, she knows her task,  

He never ever has to ask 

“Your member is sacred, I shall take it wholly” 

“As it is you Master, who controls me” 

And saying this, her head bobs down 

Sucking, slurping on his crown 

Wetter, deeper, harder, faster 

Anything to please her Master 

 

“Honour your Master in his bed” 

“and your needs will all be fed” 

Her mouth, an instrument of his pleasure 

His every thrust, to her a treasure 

Driving her to take him deep,  

Her own arousal rising steep  

Ecstasy radiating from her core 

Her passion builds but she needs more 

“Master, you shall m*urder me” 

“Take your time and set me free” 

Her Master’s hands around her face  

He has control, he sets the pace 

He feels her passion, rising fast 

But his desire is to make this last, 

He slows her down, he shows the way 

She aches for him but must obey 

“You shall now commit to me” 

He bends and lifts her most firmly  

Throws her trembling, shaking, on the bed 

He reaches for his ropes of red 

Then binds her ankles and her wrists 

As passions grip, she bucks and twists 

 

“Master, thou shalt steal my soul” 

With those words, she pays the toll. 

Her submission now, complete and pure 

He knows she’s had all she can endure 

His pleasure no longer to t*orment her 

He moves above, poised to enter 

“All other lovers are false, bear witness to my will” 

And in that moment, she lies still 

Her breath is held, her legs are spread 

Until he drives her down into the bed. 

She thrashes now, the ropes hold fast 

Her pleasure peaks, she’s his at last. 

She craves his thrusting, driving cock 

He pounds his whore, he’s hard as rock 

She begs for fucking, her cunt is clenching 

Tight round his shaft, he’s unrelenting 

And in that moment, comes their passions quenching 

They explode together, lovers fluids drenching 

She murmurs now, her one obsession: 

“I covet only to be your possession!” 

 

 

 

11 hours ago, Fathership said:

Thank you ... do I get a present?  😉

I see you already visited our profile...so you've seen about as much present as we give.

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