A Dominatrix Gets Ideas

A sly smile ‘neath twinkling eyes... could these be inferring
     that the urge to dominate a naked man is stirring?
And when I see how lingering looks are lusting while you’re smirking
     my apprehensive heart pounds hard at thoughts that may be lurking:
A chance to giggle at my red’ning flesh as it is stinging
     from leather strands that deftly mark with cries of mercy ringing!
Or maybe you, bedecked in satin, savor my disrobing
     in preparation of some dominatrix toy for probing
Or maybe you might relish my embarrassed, shame-filled pleading:
     as you coyly pick out panties while you disregard my needing,
Coercing me to don them while my fretful mind is guessing--
     could this be the end or just the start of playful dressing?
Or use extended stimuli, while all the while denying
     enough to reach a climax, until your slave is crying
To think, my body shuddering in throes of near-orgasm...
     to think, this mistress watching me is more than mere phantasm!
So I’m condemned to painful pleasure, my body stays convulsive
     so long as she enjoys herself, sadistically impulsive!