You claim I keep you hemmed in
with talk of rules and discipline
but long before night's end,
you return, seeking entry
to a cell of your own making.

With silken restraints
I harness your lust
until it bends to my will.
Obediently you kneel
and present your submissive mouth,
perfect in its eagerness to please.

As dawn nears, your weak façade
of self-control erodes,
leaving you hard and aching
for more than a mere taste.

In my palms, I weigh your fate:
punishment or clemency?
Issuing my sentence,
I ease my body down.
Inch by inch I accept
this irresistible bounty.

Your stare, hot and pleading;
bound beneath me,
you quake with need.

Merciful warden that I am,
I speak a single word: come
and thereby grant your release.