Slave t has written another poem describing his dilemma….
Changing my ways, frustrating days, i’m suffering locked and downsized.
Helpless serpent, tight argument, more stressful than first realised.
Attempts to slide, out are denied, anti pullout won’t be compromised.
No release date, Domme controls fate, wanting wicked mind exorcised.
Got to accept, whilst being kept, ensures status is recognised.
It’s Her mission, full submission, then more punishments are advised.
No rights remain, driven insane, but appeals will be penalised.
Get together, She’ll wear leather, and passenger forced feminised.