The fire rises higher and higher in the shadows of the night...the loneliness and emptiness emerge from the depths of my soul...my heart cries for the touch of my Masters' hand...the aching in my soul cries for the pain only he can give...with his chains and ropes he binds me tight...with whips and canes...gives me my hearts delight...glorious pain all through the night
Whimsical visions run though my mind...of my Masters touch all through the night...the squeeze of the neck, the pressure on my throat as His hand grips its mark
More Master more...hurt me Master I gasp..."Master please!" as the tears fall from my eyes to my Masters delight...In the darkest corner's of my soul...all through the night