Fin-Domme Diary - A Poem
Fin-Domme Diary, OR:
I Took The 9 to 5 as the Operations Director at
Pay Pig Quality Control Headquarters—
But really, it’s more ten-to-four. Or
Noon-to-Whenever hours, like at a tattoo shop
Maybe a movie theater, only in a downtown
High rise exclusive to those with bigger
Appetites than one lifetime can accommodate
And more liquid assets than god himself.
I arrive for only two days out of the week
When I’m done making pretty- ready
To show-and-tell off. Here to offer
A little “PC”- Professional Courtesy-
The office as much mine to kick aside
As my steel-pointed Louboutin heels.
In them I make a sure dance featuring
Standard old steps to a black car. Low cut.
But no one is peeping any titties today.
No one thinks to do a thing but sweat.
If some clean-room elevator connected floors are
Getting treated like a meat market anyhow,
Then why shouldn’t this old steam engine bellwether
Deserve to be on retainer and on premises?
Charles is a fixture. Eager to be at the entrance
Offering lowered eye contact and a fistful of twenties.
Rich lay in my path. Ready to be stepped over, on,
On the way to my corner suite. He’s the first one
And the last. He can’t resist bookending his day
With a little worship that leaves me an extra zero
And him a reliable stain near the fly of his slacks.
Dress left. A tailor spent hours getting perfect
the back-slit on my suede pencil skirt.
Ah, it’s paper work that I’ve got, to be sure
But it’s green paper and there’s a whole lot of it.
And now- what a view. Wesley has washed my floor
To ceiling windows with his tongue before bringing
My espresso and proceeding to polish the wide
Brass handles on my mahogany double doors.
Down the hall I hear a few phones ringing. Mergers
Are being approved on my behalf. Codes changing.
Grown men are climbing over numbers like digital
Mountainsides to get to the place where my attention
Can be pried away from my bejeweled nail file long
Enough to drop some phrase into their ears both
Poison and antidote. Sweet and cruel. Cause and cure.
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