More Poetry Month: BDSM lyrics without tunes (yet)

These are composed by yours truly, and when I find the time and energy I will be recording them as songs. But I haven't yet even found time and energy to write music for them, so for the moment they look like poems.

The first two were written as responses to some of the radfem or even mainstream society criticisms of my sexuality. The first one is more about D/s, the second one more about SM.

This one is about the importance of informed consent within D/s relationships, and why a genuine Dominant will not Dominate just anyone:

Your True Submission

You couldn't be my servant or my slave
If you're not already free
Unless you own yourself,
You can't belong to me
But if you know your soul and
Your heart's true vision
I will accept your true Submission

1/.

As a girl you came and knelt before me,
I turned you away
You did not know what you gave
What it meant to obey
You thought it was a woman's place and
Didn't make your choice
The mouth that said "take me"
didn't use your voice...

2/.

As a woman you returned
I brought you in
On your knees in front of me
Neither innocence nor sin
With no restraints to hold you back
Nothing to force you on
The choice was yours alone
Free within your bonds


An angel in your pain,
A soul displayed:
You fall and rise again,
A goddess and my slave!

This one, about being a sadist, is very much from my own experience of life as a loving and sadistic person, and the costs it has had for me:

A Sadist's Plea

If I could tell you the times my heart's been broken,
If I could show you the scars I've been left
You couldn't doubt
That I'm capable of love, feeling and trust.
If I could open your eyes to see the world through mine,
If you could walk a mile in my kink
Maybe you'd understand
Why your words grind me to dust.

I get off on giving pain,
My joy is in her screams,
She gives me her desires,
Her nightmares are my dreams;
Evil stalks within the shadows,
But we play with light and fire:
I give her all my passion,
She gives me her desires.

I have walked in dreary sorrow,
I've suffered for my sins;
I've opened up my heart to others
Been victim of their stings.
No one ever stops to question
That I must be hard as stone;
You call me cold and heartless,
Because I stand alone.

All that I am,
I pour upon her,
All that she is
She feeds to me:
No room for greed or hunger
Bound tightly, she is free.

Finally, this one doesn't have any particular feminist impact one way or another, but it is just a celebration of bondage and BDSM slavehood. I guess I should emphasise the significance of the penultimate line, signifying a willing and joyful surrender, as a piece of feminist analysis of this story, but beyond that this is just a poem about what makes me hot and turned on!

Straitened

Binding her tight and true
With no escape, she's never been so free
With my mind on her,
And hers completely on me.
Every inch of skin exposed,
Her every nerve is mine to use,
When she gives up
Her right to refuse…

That's all I've written of that one so far, and reading it back now, I think it's all that needs to be written, so it probably won't become a song, but can stand as a poem as it is.