On bended knee, though the floor is hard.
With absolute trust but an anxious racing of my pulse
You will test my limits, and take me to the very edge of my boundaries.
You will bring me pain, as well as pleasure,
And though my eyes are bound and I cannot see your face, I can sense your dark plans from the thickness of your voice,
The firm touch of your hand,
The pheromone scent of your flesh.
Take my control, take my sweet submission.
I am yours.