The Court Of Miss Persephone by Anonymous

In the Court of Miss Persephone

The Whips they Crack. The Slaves they Dance ,and It's such a Lively scene
As many a Submissive. Is Caught in a Trance. In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

Her Ropes and Chains, hold Victims tight. Its a Wild and Darkened Dream.
All are just Her Toys of Pain and Pleasure. In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

Her kneeling Conquests Dare not Move. As Permission has not been Deemed
They Stand so Still like Statues of granite .In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

As Daylight Fades the Dungeon Comes Alive. The Torture makes many Scream.
She cranks the Rack Wheels,but just for a Stretch. In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

Her Slaves they Dance to the Tune of Her Whip. The Cell walls echo the Screams.
Where Battered Bodies pay the Toll. In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

Then the morning Light reveals the Sights. That only the Night has Seen.
Still all Her Playthings have no Regrets.In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

So unruly Slaves best Beware, and walk the Path Serene
Or you may be alone for life, and never visit . In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

With Discipline and Chastity Belts. She Controls them all so Keen.
Far Pleasure is only a Mistress' Right. In the Court of the Miss Persephone.

So submissives please do heed  and never Primp and Preen.
You  will be honoured if you learn your Place. In the Court of the Miss Persephone.




Anon