Hypnotic Poetry

By S.B.

Poetry is always beautiful, but women are even more. This book celebrates the hypnotic fascination they exert and that makes the world thrive.

This volume contains every single piece of mesmerizing poetry I’ve written and features themes such as femdom, femdom hypnosis, mind control, chastity, female supremacy, and more. All pieces were written between 2018 and this year and were originally published on my personal website. Have fun and fall deep under their control.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.B.
• Release date: Nov 27, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005177638

S.B.

Simple Being, middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for stories involving Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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Introduction

Poetry is always beautiful, but women are even more. This book celebrates the hypnotic fascination they exert and that makes the world thrive.

This book contains every single piece of mesmerizing poetry I’ve written and features themes such as femdom, femdom hypnosis, mind control, chastity, female supremacy, and more. All pieces were written between 2018 and this year and were originally published on my personal website. Have fun and fall deep under their control.

S.B.,

November 2022

Sin

Sin is

Looking at you,

Knowing what you want and

Yet still doing all I can to

Resist.

I stand

Before the shrine

Awash in awe and shame.

A shadow is not real without

Its Light.

Oh, please

Silence the night,

The tyranny of will!

Grant me absolution in your

Blue eyes!

I Will Not Wake Up

Mistress told me to

Stare at the screen. I obeyed

And then, I woke up.

Mistress told me to

Give up control. I obeyed

And then, I woke up.

Mistress told me to

Kneel at Her feet. I obeyed

And then, I woke up.

Mistress told me to

Lick Her boots clean. I obeyed

And then, I woke up.

Mistress told me to

Write filthy words. I obeyed

And then, I woke up.

I woke up with the

Buzzing sound of an alarm

Clock waiting to die.

I woke up in a

Cold bed, with cold thoughts

Of cold tomorrows.

I woke up to a

Passionless reality

Under a grey sky.

I woke up wishing

That I was still sound asleep,

Mind lost in Her spell.

Maybe I should simply

Lie down again, close my eyes…

Dream the dream anew…

Yes, I can do that!

I can return to the source

Of endless pleasure…

I can already

Hear Her voice, see Her eyes shine

Amidst the darkness.

She’s telling me I’m

Late and that I must never

Forget my status.

I’m Her slave and slaves

Obey, slaves do what they’re told,

Slaves have no free will.

Yes, I have no choice.

Submission is no fancy,

Fleeting days are gone.

Mistress wants me to

Kiss Her ass. I will obey.

I will not wake up.

Less is More

The classroom’s empty

Except for the two of us,

Doors closed, mind open.

She sits, encased in

Shadows, beckoning me with

The tip of Her boots.

I see them sway back

And forth as She asks: "Do you

Want to see more, dear?"

Eyes facing downwards,

Following the sleek outline,

I softly moan Yes

A hint of a smile

Fills the air as She adjusts

Herself in her seat.

"Then, I’ll require less

Of you, pet… talk less, think less…

Resist less and learn:

Less is always more!

The sooner you accept this,

The better you’ll feel…"

I may not know much

But I know She’s always right.

School’s just beginning…

Mistress Muse

My Mistress Muse haunts

My thoughts violates my dreams

Wants me to write more.

An echo of Lust

Reverberates all around

Longing to be free…

But If I listen,

If I release all Her Might,

Will I still stand tall?

Or will the pen kneel

In ecstasy as my words

Kiss Her hands and feet?

A Desperate