Precious torment, secret bliss
No sacrifice as pure as thisThe gentle touch of ice or heat
No torture ever quite so sweet
He rules me with an iron hand
My sleeping breath at his command
The waking sound that fills my ear
Tells me again, that he is near
My dancing clit, my violation
I live for this sweet degradation
The blindfold sound, his hidden face
The precious limbo of Sub.-Space
My birthright is to be his tool
To beg the chance to act his fool
Our sacred trust, this desperate need
Each selfless gift negating greed
The things he has to think and be
Give the power back to me
I push he pulls. He gives I take
And when it's right our minds will quake
A climax sought, is not the prize
But truth behind each other's eyes
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