Chamber of Leather & Lace

A door before me stands
Of leather it is formed.
Lace surrounds the name inscribed.
A door knocker, no.
Cuffs, sets of two, hang from a protruding arm
Strike these to enter within

A table in the room so shiny and cold
Leather upholstery of deepest red.
To each corner attached are lace covered restraints.
For comfort is it there, no.
Submissive, slaves delight
For to be tied here would be reward
Yet maybe not, punishment?  I perk.

A cupboard on wall does hang
The lattice doors of leather made
Lace interweaved within the crosses.
Open for all, no.
Locks of steel, contrast, oh yes
For within these doors lay toys
Pleasure or pain, that is not for you to choose.

Be welcome to the Chamber of Leather and
Lace, yes soft delicate lace.
Yet strong with intent and also teasing.
Against my will, no.
For I crave the leather and I crave the lace
Alone my Mistress has control within
Her pleasure my pain, my pain my pleasure.