My voice belongs to you, Master.
Every primal, animalistic moan,
Every tortured scream,
Every panting breath
Are yours to control.
For you, I will struggle in silence.
Bite back groans of agony;
Muffle shrieks of ecstasy;
Choke down pleadings of mercy.
My body sings only for you.
In the quiet hush, I will endure
The dull smack of the paddle,
The sharp slap of the belt,
The burning kiss of the whip,
All in fragile silence
Because it pleases you.
