I'll ******* for tuppence,
And fear-base your thrill.
You'll breathe for my coming,
And brace for the ****.

You'll love your own bindings,
And pray for the kneel.
You'll disregard switchstance,
And grow as you heal.

You'll lust for constriction,
And beg for release,
But only as my smile,
Known be found in your pleads.

You learn nearly daily,
So I oft pat your head.
This wondrous new pet,
Now soft purrs in my bed.