Anything - a Slave's Lament

She would give almost anything to be
The slave, who is enticed and, yet, abhored,
So, both her flanks and thighs are so well scored
That she will love each mark, as all can see:
She is his cunt, his toy, his sullen slut;
And he will fuck her face and fuck her mind,
For though he beats her backside, it's designed
To take the punishment; she'll spread her butt;
When he is done with whips, he'll have her arse
And she will sigh to sense his prick inside:
A feeling that just makes her quiet heart sing;
She is possessed; she's owned; it is his task
To take her down those pegs where he'll decide
The treament of his slave: yes, anything.