Pain is a pleasure
Something I treasure
Only fun when I’m home
Although not when alone
My girl is with me
She loves to whip me
To hear the whip crack
She’s dressed all in black
The handcuffs are tight
I’m still putting up a fight
I’ve been so bad; she’s so very mad
Parts of me are red
She’s taken over my bed
I’ve been a bad boy
Withholding her favourite toy
Tonight is my consequence
I’m enduring my penance
Through all the whips and collars
I can’t help but hollar
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