Poem
I had this licentious attitude before I met you. It's what attracted you to me, admit it.
Your concupiscent need to discipline me, straighten me, conquer me. You loved the challenge. To mold me into this tightly bound corset of perfection.
You received gratification in allowing me think I had the upper hand, getting under your skin.
Only to use that energy to plow amelioration into me. Deeply. Over and over again.
"Say something now", right?
Oooo! When I went silent. You knew you had me, you surmounted. I learned that I loved when you overpowered me. Relinquishing me from my resilient exterior.
How quickly my tone changed when the leather flogger came out.
How quickly I thanked you every time you stroke me with that riding crop.
How quickly I puddled when you put me over your knee and lambasted my ass as you degraded me.
And I thank you for it, everyday. For making me, a better me. Thank you, Sir.