Mistress

I wait in darkness on my naked knees
When the sound of softly-creaking hinges
On forbidden fantasies impinges
To make my darkest dreams realities.

How I love your wanton, wicked laughter
That mingles with my half-ecstatic cries
While gazing, prostrate, at your fishnet thighs
I beg for cruelty first, mercy after.

I need the discipline your shiny boots bring
Your swiftly-swinging, stinging little palm
Imbues in me a deep, submissive calm
As humbly I succumb to conquering.

The promise of each sweet, sadistic meeting
Of which the unenlightened are appalled
Until we meet again holds me enthralled
Of those torrid torments worth repeating.

Alone, I close my eyes in reminiscing
And pretty, painted toenails I am kissing.