HIDDEN TALENTS OF THE LADY
©2000 by shadowJewel

Hidden deep in forest bower
Far away from castle tower
Lurks the home of mistress supreme
She just loves to hear them scream

Secluded next to woodland stream
Seven small ones toil and dream
Of their turn upon the rack
And her use of equestrian tack

Whip and paddle, hand and crop
Each one wielded by the top
Mistress Snow each one to tease
Every night demanding him to please

She teaches well and demands submission
None can come without permission
No meek and mewling mistress she
To control all seven to a tee

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