# Sub & Dom

Author: Horndog D
Tags: Blowjob, Bondage, Canine, Cock Worship, Collar, Cum, Domination/Submission, Gay, Knot, M/M, Male, Master/Slave, Poem, Poetry, S&M, Skunk, Sub, Verse, dom

#2 of Erotic Poetry

More 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.

 **Sub I**  
  
He wakes below a familiar looming  
shadow and attempts a drowsy stretch,  
ears twitching as the leather's creak  
reminds the skunk he is bound  
down in a humble bow,  
just as a servant  
should be upon  
his Master's  
return  
home.  
  
  
**Sub II**  
  
Canine musk overwhelms his every sense,  
pulse racing in anticipation  
as the body above his steps   
forward to reveal moonlit   
features wearing a fierce  
grin. His fur clings to  
flesh damp with sweat,  
nerves crackling  
like wild  
fire.  
  
  
**Sub III**  
  
Pins and needles sting neglected limbs as  
blood floods between bindings and the ring  
marking him as property. A  
gemstone collar around his  
throat sparkles with jewels  
and thirsty drool as  
his brain craves the  
flavor of  
throbbing  
cock.  
  
  
**Sub IV**  
  
He hears the bell chimes of chains clattering  
against the body-warmed cement floor,  
but his stare does not stray. His gaze,  
like his life, belongs only  
to his Master: striking  
Tyrant, dark Savior,  
Obsession of  
his dreams, Thief  
of his  
heart.  
  
  
**Dom I**  
  
Freed  
of all  
modesty,  
He sits upon  
a throne of bone-dry  
porcelain to receive  
worship befitting a king,  
warm saliva bathing His paws,  
eyes regarding His form in silent  
awe that speaks equally of love and fear.

   
**Dom II**  
  
Kind  
ruler  
that He is,  
desire drives Him  
to bestow upon  
His loyal slave a gift:  
a feast of ruby spear tip  
that swells with hungry impatience  
as lips and tongue pay eager tribute  
to the source of all pleasure in their world.  
  
  
**Dom III**  
  
Moist  
lips and  
fingertips  
adoringly  
caress suspended  
orbs distended with His  
most precious liquid treasure.  
Longing whimpers reach His ears as  
music, each note a wordless ode to  
the grandeur of His power and control.  
  
  
**Dom IV**  
  
Fangs  
shine in  
the dim light,  
thunder rising  
from His lungs each time  
a hot mouth envelopes  
His girth. Rows of teeth gently   
graze the engorged knot until at  
last He roars and fires profuse geysers  
of seed, claiming what is already His.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/XekrzlY1
Part of the series Erotic Poetry
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