Your knees are aching, your ass is raw,
I could stop, but you're begging for more.
You sweating, you're shaking and you want to cum,
Yet you know full well that your wishes are numb.
I am your Master, as you are My slave,
Discipline is what's needed when you misbehave.
A paddle, a crop or my open hand,
It depends on the hourglass and, in it, the sand.
I know what you like and what you need,
There's a hunger within that needs to feed.
So I take my time and give it a taste,
Knowing full well you'll leave nothing to waste.
Then dragging it out for as long as I like,
Till you can't take any more (as is My right).
So I let you cum till you're body's totally spent,
And I can breath in the essence of your sensual scent.
You're not a stray, and you wear it well,
Your little silk collar with its silver bell.
And even though you belong to Me
You know my creed will always be,
Nothing short of SSC.
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