A thread, a string, leather or rope,
Could bind my mind, body and soul.
I'm bound, gagged full of hope,
By words like, "do as you're told."
With switch, paddle, whip or chain,
Flogger, shackles, or simple games,
My sweet release is in the pain.
I am yours, Sirs little slave.
It's in your tone, look and command,
And all that you are made of,
How could I not understand,
It was all for me and out of love.
With collar you bound me from the start,
I wear it proudly around my heart.
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