This was a request for me to do a poem from a dominating woman’s perspective. A challenge for me as a dominating man.
I had given him fair warning
It was one, he did not heed
He said that he could handle it
Well, we were about to see
To think not long ago
We were quietly drinking wine
Now laying naked and bound before me
I told him, “you are mine.”
Placing one foot between his legs
Eyes focused on my stiletto heels
“You told me you were a man.”
“Now tell me, how does this feel?”
Gently putting more pressure
His body now mine to seize
“Please Mistress, have some mercy.”
“I’ll do whatever you please.”
Both feet now on the floor
My hips swaying as I circled the bed
His gaze compelety focused on me
Placing my heel beside his head
His eyes moved up my leg
All the way to the top
Smiling as he stared at my panties
Then I slapped him with my riding crop
“Who said you could smile?”
“Wipe that grin right off your face”
“If only you could have this pussy.”
“Wouldn’t you love a taste.”