{"sf1_id":1051714,"sf2_id":"XekrzlY1","title":"Sub \u0026 Dom","author":"Horndog D","words":333,"posted_at":"2016-07-26T08:24:00.000Z","tags":["Blowjob","Bondage","Canine","Cock Worship","Collar","Cum","Domination/Submission","Gay","Knot","M/M","Male","Master/Slave","Poem","Poetry","S\u0026M","Skunk","Sub","Verse","dom"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1051714-sub-dom","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XekrzlY1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/2f/53/2f5357b0-3129-4218-8d79-3e3b1275252d","description":"#2 of Erotic Poetry\n\nMore naughty poetry! Lately, I've been enamored with a poetic form known as Etheree. It struck me as the ideal form for a writing exercise I've wanted to try: composing a series of short poems all capable of standing on their own that, when read in sequence, form a kind of narrative for the reader to follow. The theme here, as you've probably already guessed, is submission and domination. Once again, critiques are welcome.","content":" **Sub I**  \n  \nHe wakes below a familiar looming  \nshadow and attempts a drowsy stretch,  \nears twitching as the leather's creak  \nreminds the skunk he is bound  \ndown in a humble bow,  \njust as a servant  \nshould be upon  \nhis Master's  \nreturn  \nhome.  \n  \n  \n**Sub II**  \n  \nCanine musk overwhelms his every sense,  \npulse racing in anticipation  \nas the body above his steps   \nforward to reveal moonlit   \nfeatures wearing a fierce  \ngrin. His fur clings to  \nflesh damp with sweat,  \nnerves crackling  \nlike wild  \nfire.  \n  \n  \n**Sub III**  \n  \nPins and needles sting neglected limbs as  \nblood floods between bindings and the ring  \nmarking him as property. A  \ngemstone collar around his  \nthroat sparkles with jewels  \nand thirsty drool as  \nhis brain craves the  \nflavor of  \nthrobbing  \ncock.  \n  \n  \n**Sub IV**  \n  \nHe hears the bell chimes of chains clattering  \nagainst the body-warmed cement floor,  \nbut his stare does not stray. His gaze,  \nlike his life, belongs only  \nto his Master: striking  \nTyrant, dark Savior,  \nObsession of  \nhis dreams, Thief  \nof his  \nheart.  \n  \n  \n**Dom I**  \n  \nFreed  \nof all  \nmodesty,  \nHe sits upon  \na throne of bone-dry  \nporcelain to receive  \nworship befitting a king,  \nwarm saliva bathing His paws,  \neyes regarding His form in silent  \nawe that speaks equally of love and fear.\n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n**Dom II**  \n  \nKind  \nruler  \nthat He is,  \ndesire drives Him  \nto bestow upon  \nHis loyal slave a gift:  \na feast of ruby spear tip  \nthat swells with hungry impatience  \nas lips and tongue pay eager tribute  \nto the source of all pleasure in their world.  \n  \n  \n**Dom III**  \n  \nMoist  \nlips and  \nfingertips  \nadoringly  \ncaress suspended  \norbs distended with His  \nmost precious liquid treasure.  \nLonging whimpers reach His ears as  \nmusic, each note a wordless ode to  \nthe grandeur of His power and control.  \n  \n  \n**Dom IV**  \n  \nFangs  \nshine in  \nthe dim light,  \nthunder rising  \nfrom His lungs each time  \na hot mouth envelopes  \nHis girth. Rows of teeth gently   \ngraze the engorged knot until at  \nlast He roars and fires profuse geysers  \nof seed, claiming what is already His.  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Erotic Poetry","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/991088-one-night-in-the-old-church.json"}}