Mistress Marquesa’s

s t o r i e s   o f    e n s l a v e m e n t


Your Turn                      (a poem by slave dan)

Relax as you feel My web weaving

Around and around in your mind

Replacing your tricks and conceiving

With a power that’s Heaven to find


Give in as the silks of My spinning

Entangle you more than before

Evolving a change-filled beginning

To a helplessness felt in your core


You can’t know what pleasures await you

In My lock that’s your key’s perfect fit

Be grateful the gods did create you

Because now it’s your turn to submit