Thy Collar

You kneel, with head down low,
With your hands pressed to floor-
Your eyes locked on the wood,
Trapped at your soul's own door.

And in this state you feel,
The life within you flow-
And with a whispered breath,
You feel the fire from below.

The heavy leather binds you,
It clings to your supple skin-
The scent of the leather rises,
And batters you again and again.

It then is locked around you,
It binds your neck and form-
Now you do his bidding will,
With desire as the fiery storm.

You are collared now my dear,
And you shall wear it well-
For you my adiana, are mine,
In my Heaven, never in Hell.

Now where your collar proud,
And serve me with your grace-
For I shall care for you always,
And cherish your angellic face.

When you need the proding most,
I will show you the right way-
Forever will I guide you right,
Amid the night, or in the day.

You shall love your leather,
And cherish the scents of sex-
You will feel the wild pleasure,
Which to many may still perplex.

But you know the truth within,
Loving your name and collar well-
For you my adiana, are mine,
In my Heaven, never in Hell.

The stings shall make you lust,
The bindings shall make you wet-
And as I please and teach you,
Your collar you never regret.

The lashes shall make you squirm,
The tools and toys make you drool-
And as I pass you on and on,
Your collar makes you a jewel.

And every game that we play,
Ever night we pass on to day-
Shall bid you scream and tell,
That it is Heaven, not Hell.