You weren't a good Mistress were you?
You couldn't tie knots for toffee,
and when eventually you picked up
the whip, your aim was crap too.
The times you hit me, mostly in
the kidneys...'ouch' came my reply.
I often wandered what am I doing
here................. and why?
The boots were really quite nice
but and here comes that 'but'
you hadn't quite got the walk
figured out. Your ass was too
big, your stance not right..
and after beating the crap
out of me... I'd stay the
night! By morning my ass
was battered n bruised,
the mascara had run..
every time I sat down
it hurt my bum. But..
and here comes that 'but'
for some god damn reason
I kept coming back.....
was I really that sad?
I suppose I thought it
was this thing called
love, and all of the above!
The more you whipped me
the more stubborn I became,
hoping that one night you'd
improve on your aim?! But
sadly for me, you did not!
Saturdays came and Saturdays
went, and here I would be...
bent over, my eyes covered up
to stop me from laughing as
you waddled in those boots,
your ass was too big, your
aim was out of line, I did
all of this because I thought
you were mine. Years came
and went, time.. money spent.
Then out of the blue you told
me one day that it wasn't you
it was HIM!! He was the one
who instigated the plot, the
one who said what was what!
I couldn't get my head around
this.. I thought it was for you
apparently not! For had I have known
what was for real, I'd most
likely have told you both to...
FUCK OFF!!!!
18 comments:
I do hate dishonesty such as described. Sure, some things may be fun during, but in the end it just feels empty.
Steel Horseman ~ Yep, well that was some years ago.. I just wish I could turn the clocks back knowing what I know now, I'd get my baseball bat out for some heavy duty shit :)
A Domme has to be that in her heart, or it will always be empty.
Wonderful post, Sugar.
♥
~vk~
vixen kitten ~ she wasn't particuly good at it. Slap dash.. but to have this hidden secret that her husband was pushing the buttons so to speak... he is a sad mother fucker too. They both deserve each other. Thanks for droppin by xx
That was very intense.
nothing replaces instinct - I've
learned the hard way - and if
this mistress isn't enjoying
something I am so out - 'cause
the more time passes the more I
realize in most relationships
I wish I had left sooner, even
the relationships that started off
great - if the thrill is gone
so am I [esp. if the deal is
mostly sexual] ahhh...we live
and learn indigo. xoxo
What a crappy situation. It is so hard to know who to trust some days.
I like it when you get deep...no pun intended...
Secretia ~ thanks, I can be some times..helps to clear the memory
Nadege ~ yeah, love some times can be so blind. If I could do it again... knowing what I know now... I wouldn't go within 10 foot of the place.. thanks
Gray ~ yep, I learned the hard way. I stayed, I got hurt in more ways than one.... shit happens I guess
Just telling it like it is ~ Oh hun, I can get deeper than this, watch this post... ya gunna need breating tackle, I'm gunna get so deep ! tanks babe x
This actually happened? I do not understand how some people can live with themselves!
greelwitch ~ no lies, for real. Shit happens, that's why I'm dubious about getting to know other women, once bitten twice shy
indigo sweetie: I love poem that tell peeps to fuck off.
It's a fab post but now I feel as if I should bend over and get a spanking for...oooo such dirty thoughts.
later baby. xxx
Spiky ~ thanks I'll tell peeps to fuck off more if it get s ya hot n wet!! She's trying to write poetry, she'd best stick to trying to paint...HAHAHAHA! Later chicks xxx
I am your mistress??? Indy, I had NO idea. Had I known, I would have brought some wine and a little fire, perhaps my orange ball gag. ;)
Bams Trav ~ you can be my Mistress anytime, but bring the wine n coke with ya too..some thing to warm m soul then something to smole the dread away.....x
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