Readied for Pleasure

When tied to the bedposts she just knows in her heart
That what happens next will be quite the best part;
She'll not struggle or wriggle, as her recompense
Is delightful not frightful: it makes perfect sense
To one who adores all the aspects of service;
She always wants more so that she can preserve this
Expectation of wonder that she's wont to learn
And won't squander to wander, taking a wrong turn;
When she's blindfolded, lost to all other hope,
Save the feeling that's stealing across her: she'll cope
With whatever's thrust into her while she's bound, spread
Quite readied for pleasure in her Master's bed...