A Lady's Manifest


A lady has. . .

Eyes that will stare you down to your very soul

Ears that will hear, and then ignore, every whimper and plea you make

Palms that will repeatedly slap any offending exposed flesh you have in
the unlikely event you fail to submit instantly

Hands that you must kiss respectfully and upon bended knee, hopelessly
wishing this alone will soften her streak of cruelty

Nails to scratch down your bare back, as gently or roughly as she
please, sending shivers down your spine

A face that you will look up at, seeing it contemptuously furrow at
your vulnerability and begging

A laugh that will invade your very essence with its heartless triumph
at your total and complete submission

A tongue to lash you with its vicious words, devastating commands,
frightful curses

A spirit indomitable, shadowing your every thought, even she is miles
away physically

Heels to quite literally walk all over you, while you are forbidden, on
pain of further torment, to flinch even in the slightest under her
assault

Toes. perfectly pedicured with polished red nails, for you suck upon,
to which you shall be hungry for at any time of the day

A derrierre, perfectly custom-made to sit upon your face whenever it
pleases her to do so

Knees to viciously thrust into your manly pride, should you dare forget
your place

Curves to entice you to further submission, so beautiful that even when
always clothed they entrap you

A neck, swanlike and graceful, to enrapture your spirit, even when she
is fully clothed

Shoulders, as delicate as can be imagined, to beguile your lust into
her power

A gateway of life for you exist only to serve and worship

. . . Hers is for yours to worship and serve; yours is for hers to make
worship and serve hers. . .