Live in submissive
I pass through the wrought iron gates and follow the drive up to your door, I've come for a interview to be your live in whore
The job tittle was live in submissive but that means many things, I wait outside anxiously as the door chime slowly rings
I'm shown into the drawing room, a lady tells me I must wait, I look around at all the opulence, thinking this looks really great
Finally she steps in she's stunning the lady of the house, I become all submissive my eyes go down and I'm has quiet as a mouse
She asks a few probing questions, then asks will I do all that she might crave, I tell her I can cook, clean, I'd be her butler and of course be her body slave
She asked do I have any limits, how am I at the art of begging, I told her I would ask nicely, I would plead and beg but I draw the line at pegging
She slipped out of her little dress, in red lace underwear she made my big dick throb, I dropped my trousers also and I knew I'd got the job
THE KINKY POET