SUBMISSION PROGESSION FIVE
She’s supposed to be my live-in aide
Instead I’ve become her abject slave
It happens this way every time
Her pay sheet says she starts at nine
And has me up and dressed by
But I rarely see her before one or even two
At last I hear her stirring, moving about in the next room
Then she enters and approaches me, immobilized in my cocoon
Even though I’m paralyzed from the chest and biceps down
Every night she ties me tight from toes to longhaired crown
Belts wrap about my ankles, thighs, shoulders and chest
And my cuffed hands lock to the collar about my neck
Keeping my elbows completely flexed
Strapped down tight against my breast
Knuckles curled beneath my sprung chin
I can’t move a muscle a single inch
The bit of course is the most uncomfortable t
