Tuesday, July 20, 2010

“Now wash me, my pet.”

I haven't been feeling well the last few days, so must beg off posting another installment about that special week of serving my Master. Now don't go carrying on. The sadist had it much worse today, as he had hoped to use my mouth for his pleasure. I am his property, and he does not like being denied the use of his property.

But I don't want to leave you completely wanting. So here is a poem I wrote for my demon muse on May 30, 2009. It inspired him to assign me the task of writing a prequel, which was to include a particular aspect. My Master permitted me to submit the results to M. Christian, who took it for the anthology Best S&M Erotica Vol. 3: Still More Extreme Stories of Still More Extreme Sex. Should you have an urge to read that story, along with many others by writers far more well-known and well-published than I am, you can purchase the entire collection from Logical-Lust as an e-book or as a REAL book, paper and ink and a cover and everything that you can put on your book shelf or hide from your friends just as I will when I finally receive my own copy.

for free
is the poem.
I'm going to bed.


“Now wash me, my pet.”
I join you in the shower
and kneel at your feet.

The water draws my hair down,
darkened red, flowing
over my face like a veil.
I fill my hands with
soft scented bubbles and
cup your growing cock.
You lean into the wall and
give yourself to lust.

Time is not the master. Here,
now, you rule the world. And me.


Anonymous said...

The poem is exquisite. Zen. Perfect. - jcn

oatmeal girl said...

Thank you, jcn. I do still owe him that service in the shower...