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9/21/2008 8:17:32 PM

Mental Puppet

 

There are no strings to lead me to my submissive end

No strings to keep me moving, no strings to make me bend

No strings to make me walk or run, no strings to make me laugh or crawl

No strings attached to my, fingers, toes, arms, legs, or balls.

But the strings She has on me are invisible, to the human eye

Only She and I know, when She moves Her fingers or body I won’t defy

When She points to something, I know exactly what that means

And when She has Her finger down, dropping me to my knees

When She puts Her finger in Her mouth, it means to remove my clothes

And get in a slave position and to wait for what I’m told.

When She rubs Her index and thumb together, with a certain look upon Her face

I know that She will administer nipple torture, only by Her taste.

When W/we are in restaurants and Her hands are clasped tight together

I cannot move a muscle until She rubs Her hand, or I’ll feel the taste from Her leather.

When Her hand is clenched so tight, it means for me to not speak a word

Until She tells me all She respects from me, my desires are never heard.

When She runs Her fingers through Her hair, and Her eyes look upon the ceiling

I must show and adorn Her with poetic words, worship Her feet, my very submissive feeling.

When She puts Her right hand on Her hip, I have to lie out Her clothes for the next day

And the left hand on Her hip means to stop what I’m doing and stay.

When She twirls Her finger around it means to clean up,

And if I do something bad, She gives me the middle, meaning I’m going to get f*cked up!

When She crosses Her legs, I’m getting everything together before Her favorite TV program

Her drink, cigarettes, and a turkey breast sandwich with cheese, no crust, sometimes with ham.

When She smokes Her cigarette Her pinky finger moves and Her ashtray is my hand

The other hand holds Her glass while my shoulders are Her foot stand. 

She doesn’t move a muscle, because I know when She is ready to ash out or drink

And I extend my arms for Her so She won’t have to, just by the way She blinks.

Trained by the way Her body movements has made me grant Her whims

So we can start the next day over and do it all again.

9/21/2008 8:12:58 PM
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2/5/2008 1:05:08 PM

Any which way don’t keep me loose

Spit in my face, keep me tied, make me hurt with pleasure and pain

Scratch my back and slap my face

Keep me locked and wear the key around your ankle bracelet

Until I’m on my knees begging and pleading

And needing your sadistic love

Needing your verbal abuse

Needing that touch from your hands!

Deprive me of sleep, deprive me of needing you

Mummify me, with my nipples and penis uncovered

Drip hot wax on them, spit on them, ignore them

Thump them or simply rub them with your gloved fingers

I’m not worthy of your soft skin right now

Make me work up where I can kiss and worship your naked flesh

Reject my request to suck your naked, succulent, toes

Until I have satisfied your addiction to give me teasing, torment, torture

The three T’s of total disgust that I will endure for you

Enduring everything, just so you can laugh so wickedly, and smile so softly

Slowly dig out my spirit so I can kiss your naked pinky finger

Flush all my pride down the drain, so I can kiss your naked baby toe

Whore me out in front of your girlfriends and tell them that I’m your submissive

Your submissive with slave tendencies

And that I’m not allowed to cum until I’ve satisfied your demands

Giving my all to you, my mind, body, soul, money, dignity, pride, ego

So that you can wear what you’ve taken from me, so proudly on your pendant

Right above your cleavage, where it slips in between your perfect breasts

Breasts that I can never touch with my tongue, until I’ve satisfied your most sadistic

Demands

Mindfuck me

Something that I so quietly need

I’m not worthy of your kisses

Unless it’s a kiss from any implement you use to torture me

Keep the collar around my neck a long time

Keep me locked and caged and poke and prod me a long time

Throw things at me,

Like eggs, flour, sugar, milk, and make me into a dessert

Make me frothy, a sweet dish made from your hands

So that you can taste my pain and fear and adoration that I have for you

This is so romantic to me, you are my Knight in Shining Armor

With Thigh high boots, dark glasses to keep your eyes covered

Long, flowing hair,

Deep dark red fingernail polish, dark but feminine lipstick

Deny me things that I need, deny me pleasure so I can only experience your pleasure

Feed me from your hands and throw my food on the floor,

So I can show you what I will do to fall one extra step short of your graces

Make me bark like a dog when I’m about to cum

Make me oink like a pig when I’m about to cum

Make me baaa like a sheep when I’m about to cum

Make me beg to cum

With a laugh and a smile you still don’t let me

I cry out loud, how bad I need and want this

With a laugh and a smile you still don’t let me

Make me do a task for you, something that buries my pride

Something that shows my love to you

And my commitment, make me into what your hands sculpt

When I’m done doing what you want

With a laugh and a smile, you still don’t let me

Call me those romantic names, that gets me so hard and throbbing for you

Make me thrash and wild like an animal, because, after all I’m your wild animal

Laugh at me, humiliate me, and flick your ashes on me

Squeeze my balls so tight and keep me at the foot of your bed

Smother me, make me into something less important

Like your personal envelope licker

Keep heavy shackles on me

When you are at work, place bondage mittens on me, with your silky panties taped to my face

And a shoe taped on top of my head

Don’t allow me orgasms,

Build it inside me

So long, so hard, no matter how much I beg

No matter what I do for you

You still don’t let me

Don’t allow me to touch it

Laugh at me when I have blue balls

Milk me, smack me, attack me

So viciously, you know I love it when you are so mean

I love it when you are so nice

I love it when you are so mean and nice

I love it when you understand what I need

And somehow you still find a way in between my ears

Laying so graciously on the hammock of my mind

When you squeeze my behind

And attack it with paddles and vicious hits, all at the same time

And commit assault and battery, on my body, like it was crime

I have no say in my body anymore,

You have opened up that secret treasure and found the riches of my soul

You throw it up in the air, and yell from the top of your lungs

"I’m rich", you spread the riches out and admire what you can have to spend

With your hands, you dig deep inside and ravage in the wealth

My wealth of submission, your wealth of Domination

You close the treasure chest securely, and hide it,

Because you don’t want anyone else to know where it is

You keep it locked away, only behind closed doors you admire this beauty

Sort of like me, I’m your treasure chest

My body is your gold

You keep me locked and secure, because you want more from me

And you want me all to yourself

To discipline, to sculpt, to follow, to understand, to behold

In the beauty of Woman

The beauty of your touch

Your walk

Your punishments,

Your infinite teases

You knowing what I don’t know

When I will be allowed to spoil you

How many ways do I have to spoil you

You keep me original, because I have to spoil you ways I’ve never dreamed

Everything has to be new, nothing the same

Brushing your hair while I’m naked

Going out in the garden with a loin cloth and picking your fruit

Flowers of all sorts

Spending time nurturing, taking care of you, worshipping you

Breathing you

Humiliating myself for you

Waiting on you hand and foot,

Kneeling at your divinity

How long?

Seconds, minutes, hours, days

Waiting for you to acknowledge my submissiveness

Waiting for you, to abuse, torture, tease, mold

I’m waiting for you to

Take me!

by sculpture

1/2/2008 5:30:50 PM


It’s been a long time thinking

Day by day as She is away, Her mind is shrinking

No key to unlock Her pleasure

And She always locks Her treasure

Keeping it safe and secure, so She can torture it some more

And keep Her toy locked and put away, as She’s did times before

Hours turn into days, days into weeks, and weeks drown into months

A tear falls from Her eye, as the teasing has turned to taunting

She excites Her toy and fills him up, and She doesn’t let him hold Her cock to urinate

She’s in full control, of Her excitement, he is not the captain of Her fate

For any release, because Her pleasure, She is in full control

The excitement built up in Her toy, one touch and it will explode

Her lock of love around Her genitals, and the key around Her neck

Her arms are tied behind Her back, with a short leash around Her pet.

When She removes the lock of love from Her genitals, Her cock swells up so stiff

And She attaches a cock ring to Her balls, and gives it a couple of yanks and twist

Her body is shaking wanting some type of release,

But so cruel and loving to Her toy, She keeps him caged like a beast

No matter how hard Her toy, tries and cries, to plead for stimulation

A whip, a crop, to smack Her balls, but never any penetration.

She know it hurts Her toy so mentally, and the pressure is all around

Physically, he needs release to function, but he can’t Her arms are bound

For a long time! Her pleasure is denied, and he cried until Her throat split

Her body shook, Her penis twitched, wanting Her to touch Her itch.

Everything on his body was Hers’ and She loved denying Her orgasms

So motivated sexually, but never released, the pain he couldn’t fathom

It was like Chinese water torture, where the water hits the head in the same spot

And it was the fetish wardrobes and shoes She wears, that gets Her penis hot

It throbs and throbs, and swells and swells, wanting a smooth hand to touch it,

Painted, sultry toes to kick it, and luscious red lips to spit on it

At first his disgust for humiliation, he couldn’t stand it, and it was now becoming his friend

Hand in hand, and side by side, his tasks of humiliation was about to begin

All for release, he couldn’t take it, as the pressure began to rise

The excitement built up in the corners of Her insides, as the explosion was passing through Her thighs,

Her screams were tiresome to ignoring and disregarded ears

The thought of never cumming again, was his greatest threat and torturous fear

He knew not his fate of ever cumming; Her hands were secure, behind Her back

He depended on Her for everything, and begged for Her abusing attacks

He was more compliant, and He listened closely, She never repeated anything twice

Her mind reacted quickly, obediently, and Her drinks always had ice.

Months had passed, and still no enjoyment, by Her controlling hands

And he was moving faster and faster, chivalrously obliging in Her humiliating demands,

He was in the pursuit of making Her happy, no matter what demeaning tasks She sat forth

A bitch, a sissy slut, a pony, a puppy, and an object of any sort

A stepladder, a sitting stool, a glass table, and anything Her imagination could contort.

She kept the key around Her neck, and Her love lock around Her genitals

As She laughed when She had Her relief, but to him, She was becoming more cynical

At times, She would tease, him and get him to the brink,

While pouring cold water, to cool the flames, causing Her penis to shrink

No way to stop an infinite tease, when he had no use of Her hands

And She would always fill him up, beating on him, like She was playing drums in a band

The pressure built up so intensely, She had an amusing soft laugh, when he was teased, he cried

And puts Her hands on Her genitals "Snap, Click" and whispers so angelically, your orgasm’s been denied!

She laughs, maybe next month….

MistressMlicious
 
 Age: 24
 Beaverton, Oregon