A Dommes Prayer

The Domme's Prayer
Raise your eyes, take me in inhale as you see. A collar circles, mine to own what do you know of me?
I approach, your eyes dilate, scent me on the air. You ask me "please", my fingers tease and knot within your hair.
Do not weep, tears may not fall requirements are as rules. Push the limit, another sting I'll apply the tools.
This Goddess walks in constant truth my lips speak your belief. And if, perhaps, I deem it so you may have some relief.
Show me your shame, a heart to heal to punish is to love. Pleasure, pain, our needs the same fit as hand in iron glove