In the mind of a Dom.

I am his Mistress; he is my victim,
At my feet his will shall be broke.
At every blow that I upon him endow,
With every kick, every claw, every poke.

His tears spur me on to fulfil my role,
Such an act to make me complete,
Lost to all that’s about, to make me whole,
I demand his total defeat.

He screams in pain as my boot meets his groin,
None to hear him in this lonely place,
His pleading, beseeching, begging me to stop,
As his tears stream down his face.

A frenzied attack upon his solitary form,
As in pain he rolls in the dirt.
Releasing my frustration, anger and lust,
Till he lay there unconscious, inert

The power that I hold within my hand,
Goes far beyond belief,
To completely overpower a mortal man,
Giving me total sexual release.