Knock, Knock on my Masters door
my eyes are focused on the floor
In i go, with head down low
Trying to stem that inner flow
Why, Oh why, do i enjoy this scene
my heart racing, my mind so keen
i realise now, what hold Master has on me

Master and i, no one else, just the two
Now he orders me over his knee
Dont's say a word is the key
my bare bottom is turned slowly red
my need for that punishment is being fed
What will follow is my cry
Anticipation again with a sigh
Bottom red, with a fine glow
Feeling passion, from head to toe
Dragon cane, flogger or strap
Be prepared, to remain over his lap
Final moments with plenty of after care
He softly touch's me, strokes my hair
It's then i realise, Master is the one
He is strict, loving, and good fun
The collar i wear, which i are very fond
Bears witness to my real true bond
Master orders me sometimes, with what to wear
Calmly and efficiently, but with great care
He is my Master, mentor and great friend
He is study, very loving, but will never bend
He has taken over my body, mind and soul
At long last i need and know my role