When those eyes, so full of tears
caress my face, lips move sincere,
Your hand stretched out, confusion clears;
my hand moves- crack- you still your cries.
When your arms, restrained and taut,
resist against my chain and lock,
I touch your face and free my cock,
and still your self-imposed alarms.
You can howl and scream and sob
as much as you wish.
Your self control I'll rob just like this.
And when your eyes are filled with bliss
I'll take away my chains and whips.