Hearken to the harsh injunction
A begging cat, I kneel
An obsequious shadow at the ready
Surrender any remaining pride
The Master's castigation relieves all guilt and doubt
Always to silently endure, a sound will nullify all cleansing
Allow the punishment for living to purify
Resistance is to deny
To deny my faults and mistakes
Clench my jaw and speak no words
His treatment is only just
Righting the balance within the land
I, the whelp, cause the Master sorrow
The Master must teach me how to behave
Futile attempts to make him proud
Succeed in only causing further anguish
For him, I am not worthy
The Master's lustrating touch is wasted on my dark soul
My option is to yield to his lust
The only open door is available, but only to one who bows
Braced upon his hands and knees
Head lowered in submission
Each thrust causes pain, pain deserved
He does not allow me gratification
I do not deserve such kindness
The Master is tainted by merely touching my skin
He continues, to somehow reverse my defiled self
It is only a temporary success
I did not perform well enough
In exhaustion, collapse onto the sheets heavily
It is always a failure because I am below standard
Stand over me, eyes full of wrath
Closing my eyes, I await the pain of the lash
I am to be reprimaded for my performance
He will finish and I will lay at his feet until morning
I will try to be acceptable the next day, and will fail
He will be furious with me, as always
And he will take me the following evening
For the sake of removing my sin