The Punished
As I stand before you with masked eyes
I see your fear but yet nothing disguised
You feel immense pain yet full of grace
As I inflict one more whip with blaze
You are broken before me
As I stand over your bent body
You beg me for more
As I tell you what for
You moan with such pleasing agony
That the thrill of pain runs through my body
I tell you to say what I long to hear
As your punishment is near
You beg for more with mercy
As I run my gloved hand down slowly
I touch your skin as you arch
You long for the art
Of my punishment, how cruel
Yet you let my power rule
I smile as you long for my touch
And yet, I inflict more as much
Your only crime was being there
In my presence as all you bear
Your naked tortured soul
How you want me to control
