The Ritual of the Whip This is the ritual of kissing the whip, Made ready for punishment--collared and stripped; A leather caress on obedient lips, As I kneel and submit to the kiss of your whip. These are the bonds that have tethered me tight And pulled me to tip-toe, held taut in your sight; Made strong through your ownership, freed by your rights, As I hang from these chains, by your will tethered tight. This is the punishment, carelessly earned, Icy cold whiplash on nakedness burns, Stroking, caressing, and helping me learn As I take your instruction, gratefully earned. This is the comforting warm close embrace, The soft kiss that chases the tears from my face; So I smile in my chains and give thanks for your grace, As I melt in your comforting warm close embrace. This is the waiting to serve and to please, With eyes humbly downcast, I wait on my knees, Stiletto spike hangs from your toes as you tease, As I kneel here obediently, longing to please. This is the worship so kindly allowed, You barefoot yet regal, me serving yet proud, Kissing and tasting you, kneeling and bowed, As I render the worship you’ve kindly allowed. This is the slow upward journey that’s claimed, From toe-tip to thigh-pit, and all in-between, No part disregarded, each honoured the same, As I travel the slow upward path that you claim. This is the pause for the word to proceed, While I work my slow way round the sweetness I need, And I pray you’ll permit me to worship indeed As I wait to obey your command to proceed This is the order to worship the shrine, With unhurried reverence, Mistress divine, Kissing you, tasting you, sipping your wine, As I worship the sweet precious gift of your shrine. This is the slave who is yours if you will, Collared and leash-led, chained helpless and still, To pleasure and serve you ‘til you’ve had your fill, As I humbly aspire to be used as you will. This is the title and deed that is due, Sealed and delivered and certified true, Enslaved, owned, indentured, worshipping you; As I offer the title and deed you are due. (c) 2007 Han Li Thorm www.hanlithorn.com