Sing to me Mistress the sweet song
the sound of shackles when sealed.
Guide me tethered to the room
where pleasure and pain are revealed.
Guide me through life by invisible bonds
or the chains attached at my belt.
Noticed by few with a gleam in their eyes
the masks covering that which is fealt.
Weave me a story the one that tells
of the the devoted pet at your side.
Kneeling strong,secure and proud,
In life nothing to hide.
Compose me a symphony where crescendos rise
on strings knotted and tied.
Sing to me Mistress the sweet song
the one with you as my guide.