A poet i am not

A poet i am not, as you can easily see… 
A submissive toy is what i long to be.
Bound tightly with ropes from head to toe,
unable to move, topped off with a bow.
Panties and bra, with nylons and garters,
my outfits required, but that's just for starters.
Bound up and packaged presented first rate,
while those around me determine my fate.
my emotions run wild in clear apprehension,
of the day i'm told to hang in suspension.
i offer my body and all i can be
to my Lovely Mistress, Lady D.