Toys

A Master can break his toy

not the kind of plastic but instead of fleshly joy

The time my S/pouse acted like a diaper dude

I took him serious when he was being rude

I should have laughed at his stupid demand

but I trusted him to be in command

So i broke and fell apart

the screws came unglued that held together my heart

I melted down like never before

I did not want him to own me anymore

How I recovered from his painful words I'll never know

a million miles away I wanted to go

Masters can and do break their toys

they are not just being bad little boys

The wield weapons of the mind they do not fully comprehend

the devoted service comes to a temporary end

instead of praise for the ground they walk on

they become humans again with a flaccid ding dong

For the Master there will be no discipline or punishment

only the realization that submission was a priceless present