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Sunday, September 22, 2013

A Poem: A Sissy's Dilemma

A Sissy's Dilemma
A captured sissy's view

You have my hands tied behind my back.
You've taken all the power that I lack.
To win your heart, was my only goal.
And now you've managed to take control

All I ever wanted was to be there for you,
to help you make all your dreams come true.
But since the day you got back on your feet,
your secret master plan is finally complete.

You have a unique talent that fits a special niche.
And when you want to let Her out, She is a bossy bitch.
And now it seems that I am trapped within the game you play.
The only option that I have is that I must obey.

You tell me how it's gonna be, and that I have no choice.
I'd answer you defiantly. It seems I've lost my voice.
You drugged me and then tied me up securely to a chair.
And with a ball gag in my mouth, I sit in such despair.

You say you want a sissy sub, and I will soon be it.
You'll lock me into chastity for what you call my clit.
The punishment will be severe if I do not obey.
With ball gag still inside my mouth, there's little I can say.

I really should have shut my mouth with my sissy desires.
For once you heard the things I said, you took time to conspire.
This was the moment that you knew that I would soon be yours.
Obedient 'lil sissy sub at home to do your chores.

You tell me of the spankings coming if I dare talk back.
To drive that point right home to me, my face receives a smack.
You tell me that no longer will I wear my male clothes.
Pretty female clothing is the life you will impose.

One point that you drive home to me, time and time again.
I will perform "services" for you and all your friends.
Intercourse with you I will not get. I'm out of luck.
That's the fate I must accept. I am your sissy cuck.

You tell me life won't be so bad if I will just give in.
the sissy who will serve you right will be your bestest friend.
Make no mistake your sissy sub will need to know her place.
For what she does reflects on you, I must not bring disgrace.

You tell me I must sit and think while tied down to that chair.
And you have something you must do, so you will not be there.
The thoughts come fast and furious. I know now what to do.
When you come back, I start to cry and say I will serve you.

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