This is honestly my first (and probably will be my only) stab at anything even remotely erotic. This one isn't really meant to get your juices going while reading it, although if it did that's ... wonderful. This one is more meant as an exploration of the psychology of bdsm. With such a great amount of dichotomies and paradoxes, it's no wonder poets love to use it as a topic.

The Master's Voice is a reference to "His Master's Voice", but I removed the gender reference after realizing this poem doesn't have any specific genders in it. Several readers have said it doesn't read like erotic poetry at all but more like an examination of mental dominance... so, take what you wish from it.

This one is really experimental so I'd like some thoughtful comments. Thanks for reading!