Mistress Renee

Gifts of Flesh

Each time is like 
The first date
I dress to entice
Paint my face
To attract attention
From the balcony

Stage fright
Though I’ve played
This role before
Adrenaline flowing
Quivering muscles
As I strip you down
But this isn’t a show

Excitement sparking
Like thrown glitter
While I tie you down
Letting my long hair
Brush your bare chest

Ropes straps cuffs
Duct tape sizzling from the roll
Gas mask cinched tight
Immobilized
Cocooned
Encased
Totally at my whim
Not just your pleasure
Your very life
Held in these
Delicate fingers
Squeezing the hose

Do you love me?
Or is this unrequited
Like the air 
Growing stale
In your lungs

There’s a look in your eyes
When the animal panics
A satisfying pop
As your body spasms
Drowning in latex and nylon
You are no longer alive
No longer a person
Just perfect slave meat

But you should know
This isn’t a game
It’s not about pain
It’s not about power
It’s not about perversion
Because when you fully submit
When you fear me
When you love me
When you do as I say
I am utterly your slave