"Freedom Enchains"
by T.A. Woods©



She was shackled to the rules.

Up early, exercise.

No excess jiggle on those thighs.

Get to work on time.

America's dream reached

By fortitude and the sweat on your brow.



But at night, with the low lights,

She could give no commands,

Had no demands.

The power was in his hands.

She could lose control.

Bound by the gleam in his eyes.



Her 40 employees below her disappear,

because he was above.

His love like a tight fisted-glove.

Discipline his wields,

Like the paddle he held,

Her tears a gift to him.



Submissive.



The bites and hand prints,

ownership's imprints.

As it should be.

She knew his position.

Teeth clenched in pillow,

chained to the bed posts.



Hands tangled in hair,

Hands slicing through air,

And then…

Whimpering for mercy

And then…

Palms meets reddened flesh.



During conferences and meetings

A controlled human being.

Feeling power overload

But at night, with the low lights

the whip was not hers to hold.

Her one concern was to please him.
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