THE KING'S SLAVE

I love the way you stare at me
blankly from behind your coffee.
To your every command,
I'll do it rapidly,
just to make you beam with pleasure.
You smacked me in my face quite hard
because I bleated incoherently about your command,
and it's my fault.
The gag that holds me in silence
so my protests can't be heard,
arouses me more than I tell you
as screams are held deep inside.
I knew and realised my limitations,
Your my king,
and
you married me to be your

"THE KING'S SLAVE"