As the whip moves slowly down
And i have had time to re think my vows
Do i shutter or do i stay proud
i will cry and i will weep
For the pain is bitter sweet
Yes this is what i long to feel
The sting of a whip
As my Master see's fit.
i am his, body and mind
To do with as he would wish
i know he will break me
i know that he should
For i am nothing
A piece of property, i am
The one wish i have is...
How better to serve him.
i say Master
He calls me Latrine
And i wait at his feet
For his
Sweet juice's to drink...
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