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RabLani -> Kissing his lady's feet... and her whip (12/8/2014 1:10:30 AM)
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To teach me so the arts of love you place
Your crop upon my neck and guide my lips
To kiss your feet while you recline with grace
My worship to receive as gentle clips
Your crop bestows to show me where and how
To kiss and touch that merest man may learn
The art to please, adore and honour show
To woman’s sex for whom I servile burn.
Oh heavenly bliss your feet to kiss, your toes
To touch against my eager lips my tongue
To probe and learn each contour daring goes
In every cranny then to suck so long
Each toe in turn, as if I lived for this
Alone. And then in backward wise again
I suck ten times once more in perfect bliss
As if by this I do my life sustain.
Let’s pause a while this sight to savour now
Behold your lover suckling at your feet
My eyes tight shut in ecstasy, and how
My lips and tongue would endlessly repeat
This adoration while you with casual mien
Lie back mayhap your crop to stroke and smile
To see your slave adore his wondrous queen
And so like this we’ll linger yet a while…
Twice times ten I’ve sucked and learned by heart
The sweetest picture of your every toe
Down to the smallest line in tiniest part
I have each one in love adored so
And would adore yet more but gentle whip
Does tap my head to make me move along
For now each nail must feel my lovelorn lip
So anxious to obey I do no wrong.
But not without a tear I cease to suck
And in my heart adieu do bid to toes
Between the which my tongue did run amok
While I in perfect bliss my eyes did close.
But Whip we fear so greatly to displease
Fair toes you gave me suck so sweet
But not for me the life of idle ease
For now with kiss I must each toenail greet!
Devoted love I feel with boundless thrill
Like holy relics each nail I kiss and bow
In adoration as I use my every skill
To learn the craft of love and savour how
I might yet more my mighty mistress please
And feel delight that man must keenly feel
To serve and honour woman on his knees
That secret dream has now become so real
I must my deepest love upon each nail
Bestow, and learn to love with total care
And every one as sovereign goddess hail
Who rules my heart with governance so fair.
The thrill that rules my heart could ne’er by pen
Of bard be compassed true. This is my shrine
My sacred altar where I kneel again
A myriad times to drink love’s finest wine.
With lingering lips I’ve kissed each one so long
And yet from mistress whip no guidance comes
So let me steal ten kisses more till thong
Her fair chastisement through the ether hums
With daring eyes I cast an upward look
To see if wrath your face does wreathe and crop
Would writhe impatient as justice’ book
Dictates this daring move must forthwith stop.
Our eyes do meet straightway your angry frown
This upward glance all decency betrays
How dare I look upon your face when down
Beneath your feet I bathe in blisses’ rays?
What right have I to look into the eye
Of one whom I do live just to adore?
What punishment do I await and sigh
In anguish, in soul and body now so sore?
Not fit to speak to you I kiss your whip
And just to her I do address my prayers
Sweet crop of grace in poet’s song I weep
Whom mistress wields with sweetest honeyed airs
For whip I’ve come to love as she my guide
In love’s fair craft has now become, this rod
Of rule that fairly does my body chide
On bid of mistress dread Olympian nod
And thust I humbly squat and kiss your whip
The while in vain I mercy beg and seek
As you in cruelty smile to see me weep
Before sweet punishment fair maiden wreek
Upon the back of bondaged man who craves
The leash of woman’s wrath to lead him through
The path of pain to happiness that saves
His soul and makes him to his mistress true.
And then enlightened wisdom comes, I cease
To beg for clemency and pray instead
For punishment and pain for this my peace
Of soul and ease of flesh here in the bed
Of love! Come please yourself sweet girl, delight
In this my suffered pain let leash taste blood
And kiss the kiss of mistressdom the fight
Is done, the gates no longer stem the flood.
And thus you beat your slave and every blow
I greet with glee and kiss the leash and thank
And beg for more and bend my visage low
And thrill to feel my lowly humble rank
Beneath my gorgeous suzerien queen whose might
In loveliness supreme her slave does rule
While I each moment relish of this sight:
Slave man beneath the heel of woman cruel.
Now whip has drunk her fill of pain and soft
Before me hangs. I kiss her pretty thong
In tranquil tender gratitude and waft
The air with amorous words and honeyed song.
As well whipped slave and sated crop in rest
A kiss, a gentle lick, a brush of cheek
Some say these after loving times are best
Affection now does reach its highest peak.
I take fair crop and press her tender leash
Against my beaming face and stroke my back
And breast and every part of quivering flesh
Does shake as secret thrilling pleasures wrack
My very core. Behold slave manhood wrapped
By coils of whip presented trophy wise
And see him so in extasy enrapt
For you my queen a daintly little prize!
My lesson learnt, to love we now return
And now I’m bid your soles to kiss and lick
And to this task enthusiastic turn.
First right then left, my tongue does darting flick
To learn each precious contour of your feet
So murmuring my song of love I kiss
And feel that here on honeydew I feed
And feast and gorge upon unbounded bliss.
Could e’er Olympian muse poetic force
Provide to speak the zenithed joy I feel
As I of happiness the very source
Do find and gently bite my mistress heel.
And thus our canto third here does conclude
A prostrate slave his lady’s heel does bite
And biting feel the greatest gratitude
While she reclines to feel a deep delight.
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