Online Submissive

Inspired by one who loves the one he met online, written at his request:

I sign on my computer, and yes it obeys
I turn on my television as on many days
The faces so varied and empty of soul
It does very little to fill vacant holes.

Then her screen name pops up and that welcoming chime
The smile on her picture, she says she is mine.
We chat and we email and occasionally phone
But at day’s long end, I am always alone.

I email her instructions, to which she will kneel
She will pose; she’ll stretch, and tell me what she feels.
She shows me her cam and her body is so ripe
The curves of her face, her smile in the night.

She pouts so prettily in her white little slave dress
She chose just for me, she wouldn’t do any less.
She obeys me so perfectly, without any delay
I watch her and think of her every single day.

But I wonder in my heart to what she truly submits?
If it is my words or the spirit that hits?
To what does she kneel, that little plastic box
That says Dell, or Inspiron, or god forbid Macintosh?

How can I love one so patently bare?
She kneels before nothing that is really not there.
If I could smell her and taste her and show her the proof
The Domination and submission is not just a goof.

How can you rule one so exquisitely fair
If you cannot describe the smell of her hair?
Can you see the little quiver in her tiny elf-like chin
When the flash of the whip slices the air so thin?

She kneels to the box, in worship of your power.
Or is it Dell and Inspiron that rule her this hour?
Touch her, taste her, smell her happiness and pain.
Watch her in the sun and while she walks in the rain.

Feel her hand in yours as you walk down the street, Or
Happiness will fall before you like leaves from a tree.
Give your heart not lightly, nor the voice of your whip.
Reach out your hand, reach out; for she will accept it.

There are many who serve Masters in the Internet world
And Masters who share all their glory unfurled.
But so much is lost and perhaps never found
When the one that you rule is not really to be found.

(In defense of those who truly feel they serve online, this is not an insult to you, however, I received a message from a person who wished me to ply my quill to this subject on his behalf. I welcome your responses, good, bad or indifferent. Else, why would I have posted this? In all sincerity, elizabeth)