(Thank you for the art @Zwangjacket )

I may be bound.

But i am strong.

I hit a wall,

And just push on.

I may be gagged,

But I’m not weak.

The fights I’ve fought,

They, for me, speak.

I may be down,

Upon my knees.

But it’s only to,

My Mistress, please.

I may submit,

But rest assured.

My spirit soars,

As if a bird.

I feel the pressure,

Weighing in.

But faith and love,

Will always win.

A damsel. Yes.

I must confess.

Bound hand and foot.

A helpless mess.

That is my place.

That is my role.

When real life’s trials,

Take their toll.

But it’s not a place,

I go to hide.

I crave to please.

I serve with pride.

As I lay here,

On the ground.

With arms and legs,

So strictly bound.

My happy dreams,

Have all been granted.

By the seeds of faith,

I long once planted.

A damsel in peace,

Not in distress.

For I am bound in faith,

To my Mistress.

I am happily owned by my Mistress @Julanni