November Theme: Boots and Shoes

[ElectricBadger]

The theme for November is Boots & Shoes.

Poets are welcome to interpret and incorporate the theme as they wish; the topic is not intended as a limiting factor, but instead as an inspiration that may help authors explore beyond normal subject matter and styles of writing. Judging, as always, will be up to forum members with the suggested criteria of:

1. How unique, interesting and enjoyable was the poem?
2. Were the technical aspects (quality of writing) successful?
3. Was the theme used in a way that improved the overall work?

Please submit all entries via email to contest-entries@hotmail.com. Entries will be posted anonymously in this thread as they are recieved.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask here, or send me a pm!

[ElectricBadger]

Once upon a time
I walked up and down the spine
Of a man who wasn't sure he liked it

He'd asked me if I would
I wasn't sure I could
My heels were long and thin and spiky

I'm a tender little sub
I'd rather give a rub
Or of course receive a thorough drubbing

But I went on the attack
And balanced on his back
Leaving small but quite deep indentations

My shoes were shiny red
And with my careful tread
I gave his flesh a pointed going over

He hardly made a sound
As I pressed him to the ground
And I found I rather wished he would

I found myself enjoying
The sensation of toying
With his pliant flesh and tender nether regions

I put a bit more weight
Upon the buttocks of my mate
And gained a very satisfying groan

I dug my heels into his flesh
To punish him afresh
And then I went and spoiled it all by giggling

[annie]

*NOTE: This poem was received in November for the November. Due to r/l effecting the staff's time it is just now being posted!

The Mistress And Her Stress Reliever.

Based on the Walrus and the Carpenter.

The light was shining on her clothes,
Making all the latex shine white.
Her boots were of the finest make
The outfit smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The wrong thing to wear in daylight.

The Domme was pacing sulkily,
Because she thought true perversity.
Was to be found anywhere but here
After the awaiting the sinking of the sun--
"It's very hard to relax," she said,
"without a sub to make it fun!"

Out side was wet as wet could be,
The floors inside were dry as dry.
You could not see a spot, because
No sub dared miss so much as a fly
No dust or webs hung overhead--
The subs kept the house as nice as pie.

The Domme slapped the crop against her thigh,
Walking before the shoes and boots she had at hand.
She wept like anything to see,
Some of them covered quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
The Domme said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven subs with seven tongues
cleaned them for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Domme said,
"That they could get them to shine like a mirror? "
"I doubt it," sighed the Domme,
And shed a bitter tear.

"O subbie, come and walk with me!"
The Domme said forceful speech .
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
into the lovely dungeon retreat:
I can not use a lazy sub that is a bore,
I want one I can teach ."

The eldest subbie looked at her,
But never a word he said:
The eldest subbie winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head--
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the stable bed.

One young subbie hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
his hair was brushed, his face washed,
The shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
Subs feet and shoes never should they meet.

Flogging her sub hard and fast,
Adding yet another four;
And thick and fast he came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All screaming through the pain,
And still he wanted more.

The Domme and the sub
Played hard for an hour or so,
And then she rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And the subbie shaking stood
And waited another blow.

"The time has come," the Domme said,
"To talk of many things:
Of boots and shoes and body wax
Of bondage and pointy things
And why your skin is red and boiling hot
And whether as a sub screams is to sing"

“But wait a bit’ the boot clad Mistress cried
"Before we have our chat
For I am out of breath
From grinding you into the mat"
“No hurry!” groveled the sub
“Thank you, Miss, Much for that”

"Patent leather pumps" the dome said,
"Is what we chiefly need;
Ginger and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed—
Now if your ready subbie dear
We can restart the scene, "

"But not me again" the subbie cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such torment, it would be an evil thing to do! "
"The dungeons fine, " the Domme said
"Do you admire the thumb screw? "

"It was kind of you to cum
And you are very nice"
The sub said nothing but
“The ginger in my ass is so nice”
The Domme snapped "I wish you were not so quite deaf---
I ordered you to say please twice! "

"It seems a shame, " the Domme said
"To play a sub with candle wicks,
After he has gone so far
And learned so quick, "
The sub said nothing but
“The ginger root is too thick.”

"I weep for you, " the Domme sarcastically said;
"I deeply sympathize”
The subs sobs and tears she lapped up
Gleefully taking the largest size,
Using her pocket kerchief
To cover the subs weeping eyes.

"Oh subbie, " the Domme said
"You had a pleasant run.
Shall you be slithering home again?
But answer there came none—
This was scarcely odd because his gag was not undone.

[annie]

November entries are now closed. The contest will be started in a few days!