Submit

Don’t talk back, 
Bite that tongue, 
Keep your opinions
Minimal 
If possible keep none at all
In your mind
You have no use for them dear
You mustn’t bother
Starting
A life now, 
It’ll only be a chore to
Erase it later
Those memories
You don’t need dear, 
Nor these photos, 
No point in leaving evidence 
Of your past life, 
Moments of guilt
You must be an empty canvas, 
Reusable, 
Low maintenance
Inviting their thoughts
To enter you, 
Their physicality
Becomes you, 
Their dreams to be 
Traced across your body
Age must touch you first 
Let it not touch them
Harshly; 
Be discreet with knowledge
Pretend ignorance
Your best option
Upon feeling pleasure
Don’t be loud,
A few moans may
Escape
Best to keep quiet 
Let them think your satisfaction
Dead
Remember these thoughts dear, 
Listen to the next set of rules 
Keenly 
Nod your head, 
Your disagreeing tone won’t be accepted, 
Always keep that to yourself,
Only submissive dames get far.