The Mistress smiled slyly as she began to explain,

The uses of what she brought.

She would create clever coils that bring paradise and pain.

I had a lesson to be taught.

“There will be five knots that I tie to keep you in place.

I will tell you all of their names.

So take off your clothes and lie on your face.

It’s time to begin our games.”

She straddled my ass and brought her face to my ear,

Her breasts brushing my back.

She whispered words of praise then slapped my rear,

I gasped at the sudden crack.

“The first knot is called ‘Control’, it will be tied to your hands.

I’ve chosen a rope of cotton.”

She wrenched back my arms and began lacing my wristbands.

“This knot can’t be forgotten.”

“By binding your hands,” she said in a sweet voice,

“Your actions aren’t yours to make.

What you touch and do will be my choice,

No matter how you long and ache.”

“This knot named ‘Binding’, It’s here to keep you in place.

It works just like a shackle.

Roll on your back and look into my face.”

And Mistress began to cackle.

“There’s the illusion of freedom because you move about,

But we both know that’s not the case.

For the slack is only what I decide to give out,

You must always return to my place.”

“This one is ‘Submission’ and affixes the collar

To the leash that’s mine to hold.”

I choked as she pulled and I couldn’t even holler,

As my breath was being controlled.

“You are my dog and I will use this to train you,

If I decide you’re being a prick.

But good boys get treats, I’ll entertain you,

By bringing you close for a lick.”

“The knot named ‘Pleasure’ is one that you’ll relish.”

She said as she took my shaft.

Lacing the silk round my member was hellish.

As she slowly savored her craft.

“It is here for me whenever I want a nice fuck,”

She said as she gave the silk a little tug.

“Something you’ll savor when you’re in luck.”

Mistress stood up looking quite smug.

“Now sit on my bed, I have errands to do,

And think on the meaning of knots.”

I stared back and of course she knew,

Exactly what was on my thoughts.

“Poor little lamb, you think I have lied,

Because you only count four.

But the last knot has already been tied,

Even before you stepped through the door.”

“It’s the tightest of all and you cannot see,

It’s the harshest way to bind.

For it will always have you tethered to me,

It’s the knot I put in your mind.”

“Devotion is the name of this final snare,

It’s the only offering you can give.

I, your Goddess, have heard your prayer.

To give you a reason to live.”

“Control, Binding, Submission,

Pleasure and Devotion.

The five knots tied at my volition,

By my generous emotion.”

Then she left and gave me plenty of time,

Securely bound in place.

Dreaming of all the knots she would bind,

In her cruel kind grace.