The fee for my service does not come cheap,
you know you are bound to my intentions.
Be quiet you worm, lest I hear a peep.
You pleasure in things that no one mentions.
How dare you gaze at my tight leather skirt?
One crack of my whip and you lick my boots,
you know I have ways that will make you hurt;
total submission with no substitutes.
So drop to your knees I want you to cry
and murmur a sigh feigning your pleasure.
You know I have ways to make you comply
I’ll teach you manners beyond all measure.
I hear your sigh as you lend me your cheek,
bring me your paycheck, I'll see you next week.





















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