A riders crop on a reddened behind The mistresses wrath he surely will find Shackled tight, no room to move His kink is there for her to prove A raging shaft above tightened ball A lust for control,they will have it all To smell her excitement,wrapped in leather His total obedience,will they cum together? She demands his yelps,his screams,his moans To her he is nothing but flesh and bones He demands her whip,her cruelty and ice To him she is nothing,but to serve his vice The scenario plays,to its natural tune Until the final lash,always to soon The money paid up,on the table lays bare If you ask for what you wish,always take care She knows that soon her job will be done To her its a means,no hobby or fun To him its a need,a need to cum One final crack!,his cock does explode To him this is normal,like a well trod road She cannot deny her climax was there Though this is work,why should she care Two people part,not a word did they speak Knowing only to well Same time next week