A True Slave
Author: Mistress Genni
Filed in: slavery, truth, realness
His eyes lowered and his chest flexed out
I could tell from the way he held himself he was just a boy
Lowing his body to the floor as his chest fell with him
He was telling me with every movement he was a lie
Stretching his arms out as his butt rose in the air
Never once did he ask and never once did I say
You could tell he was a fake as he moved further down
I tell you now to rise and ask for what you have done
Never lie to me, Never come to me untrue
You never once asked what I wanted
You never asked for permission
Come to me and learn from my words
If you wish to be true or your wish to be a slave
Never fall to the floor without the words to be true
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