His Property

You are His property, His possession, His plaything,
Existing solely for His pleasure, His desires to bring.
Your body, your mind, your soul belong to Him,
He controls you completely, your autonomy grows dim.

You offer yourself willingly, without hesitation or pause,
Your obedience, your submission, are His dominant laws.
His every whim, His every need, you strive to fulfill,
For you are His property, His slave, His will.

You give yourself freely, without question or doubt,
Your purpose in life is to serve Him, to please Him throughout.
You are His to use, His to abuse, His to degrade,
For being His property is a role you gladly take.

If he wants a bite of your food,
you smile and offer him as much as he wants.
If he wants a drink of your beer,
let him drink the whole thing and ask if he wants another.

If he wants to stick his finger in your ass while you’re cooking dinner,
you spread your legs to give better access.
If he wants to fuck you after a long day at work,
get in whatever position he wants and serve him without hesitation.

If he demands you suck his cock in the middle of doing something,
you stop whatever you’re doing and get on your knees.
If he wants to punish you for no reason at all
other than he needs to let out some frustration,
you take it like a good girl and say thank you.

So you surrender completely, to His every command,
Knowing that as His property, you are His to command.
And though society may question, may judge, may condemn,
You embrace your role proudly, as His property, His gem.