Dominatrix

There she stood, all dressed in black leather,
Her hair around her shoulders, played.
The whip hung menacingly from her fingers,
The intent upon her face was displayed.

An evil gleam shone from her dark eyes,
As she towered high above his form,
He cowered in fear as he waited,
The acts he knew she now would perform.

Knowing the pain that he’d soon be feeling,
As the lash cut deep into his skin,
Her eyes sparkled in merciless mastery,
Her hand rose for the onslaught to begin.

He, fettered and incapable of movement,
As leather and flesh joined as one,
Each stroke from that torturous nine tails,
He knew his strength would soon be undone.

Each strike tore his flesh and his spirit,
As the blows upon his form reigned.
So relentless her rhythmical thrashing,
And he cried out in terror and pain,

She laughed at seeing his weakness,
As he lay there, inert, at her feet,
Her domination would never be relinquished,
Till his punishment was finally complete.