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