Mistress Fix has taken over me,
She’s dragging me through hell,
I don’t know how she did it,
I do, but it’s not an easy tell.
She gave me a taste of milk and honey,
She took me to the heights,
She laid me on an Angel’s cloud,
Took away all the daily fights.
But now there’s a heavy toll to pay,
To serve her ever urgent needs,
She’s sold all of my possessions,
She forced me to distasteful deeds.
She took away my job, my home,
She sent my child away,
To live with another family,
I didn’t have any say.
I had nothing else to give,
My body was all that’s mine,
She made me use these assets,
She made me stand on the yellow line.
My first was a nervous half-drunken blur,
But seared into my mind,
I had to suck his dirty cock,
Then he took me from behind.
It was all over quite quickly,
But I didn’t have time to dwell,
My second wanted me on top,
So he could play with my tits as well.
They weren’t too bad a start,
To my new life on the game,
I’ve since had much, much worse,
And all in her sadistic name.
I’ve been beaten, I’ve been robbed,
I’ve been raped by a vicious gang,
Tied up and sexually tortured,
With candles and left to hang.
I’ve had all manner of things inserted,
From bottles to a broom,
And I’ve been a regular visitor,
To every sexual health room.
The things she’s made me do,
To get me through a day,
She barely lets me eat,
Her cruel demands get in the way.
But she’s lost a little of her tight grip,
She’s losing some of her power,
I’ve been so lucky to meet a group,
Who pay me by the hour.
A lonely group of good old boys,
Old soldiers seeking lust,
But generous, kind and gentle,
And every one I can trust.
I give them my loving comforts,
And I have a nice room to stay,
Yes, they have their little perversions,
But I enjoy all their naughty play.
But she will always be there,
Demanding that I’m doing tricks,
Funding her insatiable habit,
The evil Mistress Fix.
- Author: JasmineUK ( Offline)
- Published: July 13th, 2018 04:08
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 48
Comments2
THANKS JASMINE ~ There is a moral in your salutary tale DRUGS always demand very high price. People I have known have sold their bodies for a fix and then their souls. The latter is too high a price to pay ! Your SUBJECT seems to have a voided that ! I am pleased your very graphic Poem does not see all men as "EXPLOITERS of FEMALES" some of us are Gentlemen and refuse to use Girls when they are DOWN (& OUT). Her mood changes in V 12. Veterans are honourable Men ! Love the gentle innuendos in vs 13 & 14. However (V 15) Mistress Fix is still lurking in the SHADOWS ! Thanks for sharing a salutary lesson for us all ! Yours BRIAN Please check my POEM on the Biochemistry of Love # Thanks B !
Wow! An amazing write. I just hope it's a fictional one.
- Syd
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