You tighten the rope around my wrists causing me to make fists that can’t twist
You cover my eyes with a silky blindfold and demand I do as I’m told
Patiently waiting for the night to unfold, it’s never the same when I am controlled
Strike me with a paddle made of leather, then tickle me with a feather
You treat me as your treasure, because we always cum together
It only gets better and better, you have changed the meaning of pleasure
-Destiny Fochtman