Femdom Sonnet: Claiming Tam Lin


Tam Lin peeking while he is peeked at, Victorian era illustration
Down off your white horse, before your queen
Silver bells fall silent at the road edge
The fairest one watches, in her gown of green
Paused procession at the gate in the hedge

You're plucked as boldly as I took that rose
From summer branches in my Carterhall
June then, you challenged that I took what grows
And as Mistress there, I made you my thrall

Your tribute grew all the hot months inside 
But your oaths made a stronger chain to her
Unless I bore you down at Samhain's ride
And pin you fast through change of flame and fur

Wild one, Tam Lin I tame you to my own
Now freed from her,  you'll  kneel  to me alone


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Sonnet For My Submissive IV

In which Circe confesses that not all men are pigs.

The Rabbit

There’s a fullness to his lips that lingers
In my mind, ruddy rose against fresh cream
And in his hands, squared shape to his fingers

Yet taper thin wrists, structured in slim theme

I find him fragile, careful, yet not frail
Like a rabbit that freezes in your gaze
He reads as beautiful as he does male
Sets me compelled to capture, take and praise

Ah! Desire, catch his throat in my control
Down! Deeper! Command with teeth on his ear

By obeyed, marvel at the heart I stole
And play and prey upon his pleasured fear

Take and stroke what shivers and mindless thrusts
Tame the hare, and thus satisfy my lusts

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