A visit to Mistress Helen Ryder
Trembling finger hovers on door bell
Will my Mistress’s dress foretell?
How I will be used this visit please?
I do not know, I am hers to tease.
I’m told to strip to nakedness,
Embarrassment now is my distress.
”Put your clothes in the bowl provided”
My fate I feel, has been decided.
She stands there aloof, our Miss Ryder
Dressed in black, Her cane beside her!
”Kneel on my bench, you dismal Cur,
I will secure you tight for sure”
Straps over waist and thighs are bound
They pinch a bit, but I make no sound.
Next my wrists tightly secured
My hopelessness is now assured.
Mistress Helen in complete control
Wonders if to peg my hole!
But no, this bottom far too white
Decides to redden for her delight.
First her hand and then the paddles
Oh please don’t Miss, release my shackles.
Just when I think I can take no more
She fondles my poor bottom sore.
”I feel the urge to peg you now,
You miserable well endow”
Oh please Mistress I beg of you
My bottom in that way’s brand new.
Oh my God! I’m stretched beyond
My limits by her enormous wand.
I fight against my fettered bounds
To no avail, Her pegging pounds.
After my profound ordeal
She loosens me and makes me kneel.
”Don’t think I have finished with you
I am going to cane you, black and blue”.
I touch my toes and wait for it
Oh please Mistress I hate that stick.
Twelve strokes across my bare backside
I tried not to, but cried and cried.
I hobbled home sorry and sore
Vowed I would never more
meet Mistress Helen ever again
but then I never can abstain.
She has me where she wants me.