I wanna be your bitch
laying my head down on your lap.
I wanna feel the sting of your switch,
your little lapdog.
I want to be obedient,
to look into your eyes and adore.
I want to be the one who's whipped
as your little blood whore.
To be the one you slow, caress,
I want to see your languid smile,
To bring my lips up to your breast,
I want to swallow freedom's bile.
I want to there, sleep on the floor.
I want to be your slave; no more.
I want to be the one who,
the one who will adore you.
And in the night, when I'm alone,
waiting naked, cold, and sore,
I am in my master's home,
waiting for the opened door.
I beg you, free me from myself,
restraints and with no lover's touch-
the world scorned wisdom from my thoughts
no lover can amount to much.
Tie me, take me from myself.
Let me struggle, let me hang.
Beat me, hurt me, take my name.
Punish and redeem all my sins, and their blame.
Tell me, don't ask me, and take me from love,
break me in half without mercy, in pain.
Know my limits, push beyond:
Chain me down to rise above.
Take my worries, take my fears-
Make me submit my 20-odd years.
Rip from society, and birth me anew,
USE me as a moment's screw.
Take me from myself this night.
Never question: "Is this right?"
