Poetry by Sir Wolfr1
Master No More by Sir Wolfr1
Filed in: rhyme, entrapment, danger, predator
As the Master of the House entered the room He saw what was not there Her clothes, her books, her private things... Even the walls were bare. No submissive greeting did call to him, No [...]
Tears by Sir Wolfr1
Filed in: tears, trust, collar
There were tears upon my leathers,Tears upon her faceTears of anger and denialOf shame and loss and disgraceThe lie in which I had caught herShe knew would cost her dearShe knew what I now had to doTh[...]
The Best that I Could Do by Sir Wolfr1
Filed in: love, best, munch, devotion, story
The munch had ended in the usual way, With good friends saying their goodby's in the parking lot. The Doms and the subs, each bidding the other farewell, With exchanged numbers, hugs and soft k[...]
The Collar by Sir Wolfr1
Filed in: submissive, collar, sister
It's just a piece of leather That rests upon my neck There are no jewels upon it Nothing for which your eye to beck. But to a submissive it has such meaning That no Vanilla could hope to [...]
The Dance by Sir Wolfr1
Filed in: abuse, submissive, lonely, belief, search
A lonely submissive slowly climbed the stairsAnd unto her computer did go Her movements were slow and filled with painHer limbs were stiff and slow She eased herself into the chairAnd tr[...]
The Master's Touch by Sir Wolfr1
Filed in: learning, dom, death, epitaph, farewell
The old dom lay upon his deathbed, his body worn and grey.His sons, his students and submissives gathered about him, though long had they dreaded to see this day.He knew that his long journey was a[...]
The Worth of a Slave by Sir Wolfr1
Filed in: love, power, slave, dom, play party, sub
The Play Party had run it's course The floggers were stored with care The last guest had been seen to the door; No more this night to share As Master of the House I locked the door and[...]
