I guess poetry is not very fashionable and the poetic ode has probably been out of fashion for a good hundred years. But sometimes only an ode will do. I had the great honour to be baptized Madame Catarina’s slave a year ago today.
This blog is testament to my journey. Below is my attempt at the ancient Sapphic Ode form as a way of trying to express the depth of feelings my owner inspires.The photo is by El Poo
Ode To Goddess Madame Catarina
Crushed beneath your heels I lie forever
Bound for eternity in your slavery
Not fit to lick the dust from beneath your boots
I belong to you
My flesh craves the biting of your whips
To bleed for you, to suffer for you always
To gaze longingly into your eyes and pray
For your cruel touch
Longing to prove only utter devotion
My pain and suffering is given gladly
For do you not own me so completely?
Mistress of my soul
You are my sun, my moon, my queen, my owner
The axis on which my universe turns
In your sweet chains I am now imprisoned
And beg no release
I have entered your slavery willingly
Dominion over all is freely given
My surrender is total and absolute
I wear your collar
Pierced, flayed, branded for your amusement
My desire, my whole, my being longs only
To grovel in servitude begging simply
To witness your smile
Am I not a slave born to your whip?
Am I not your property bound to you alone?
My goddess whom I crawl before in worship
I kneel before your throne