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Knock, Knock on your Masters door
Your eyes are focused on the floor
In you go, with head down low
Trying to stem that inner flow
Why, Oh why, do you enjoy this scene
Your heart racing, your mind so keen
You realise now, what hold Master has on you
Master and you, no one else, just the two
Now he orders you over his knee
Don't say a word is the key
Your bare bottom is turned slowly red
Your need for that discipline is being fed
What will follow is your cry
Anticipation again with a sigh
Bottom red, with a fine glow
Feeling passion, from head to toe
Dragon cane, flogger or strap
Be prepared, to remain over his lap
Final moments with plenty of after care
He softly touch's you, strokes your hair
It's then you realise, Master is the one
He is strict, loving, and good fun
The collar you wear, which you are very fond
Bears witness to your real true bond
Master orders you sometimes, with what to wear
Calmly and efficiently, but with great care
He is your Master, mentor and great friend
He is study, very loving, but will never bend
He has taken over your, body, mind and soul
At long last you need and know your role
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