Control Poem by grace mariner

Love to be under your power my giant love.
Brute strength in the gentlest touch.
A natural born submissive...
I believe that was how you said it.
It works so well when the Master meets his perfect pupil...
and vice versa.
I love your control over me in our intimacy.
Making me hold back only causes the pressure to build, rising in crests, higher and higher.
Oh and when you let me release it,
we nearly drown in its flood!