My Submissive Queen
I hurry up the stairs I know my Submissive Queen is there inside, I turn the key in the lock and slowly step inside
The place is so quiet everything is in its rightful place, I stop and i see you there, a smile grows across my face
There is my Submissive in the perfect Nadu pose, she's wearing her black lace mask, and in red lace from head to toe
She glances up at me I nod giving her a satisfactory smile, she pauses held in position but only for a while
She starts to crawl towards me, like a Tiger on the hunt, this builds up my desire, soon I'm hungry for her cunt
Grasped in her hand is her favourite thing to wear, she hands me the leash and collar, she moves aside her hair
The collar slides around her neck all the time we're eye to eye, the very second I make it secure, she let's out a gentle sigh
I attach the leash she then follows where i her masters leads, i walk her around the house checking she's done all her deeds
The place is immaculate she's diligently done her tasks, I had no need to doubt her, she does all the things I ask
I sit in my favourite chair, she's curled up comfy at my feet, to my Submissive this is heaven, it is her favourite special treat
I tell her to go get dressed, I have a lovely treat in store, she deserves to be praised, no dominant could ask for more
We go out to dinner, her collar as always worn in pride of place, I love to show the world she's mine, she's full of style and grace
When at last the evenings done, we retire to my bed, I snuggle her and tuck her in, she rests her weary head
Safely wrapped inside my arms, my Submissive drifts off to find a dream, I'm so proud to own this Goddess, she's my Submissive Queen
THE KINKY POET
