Slave's Sonnet

Why should your slave submit to your cruel whip,
and lay him down and offer you his back,
awaiting leather strap or gentle lips,
accepting your soft kisses or hard smacks?
Should not your slave rise up and break his chains
and take you hard into his shackled hands,
and carry you to bed, despite his pains,
and lay you down, despite your stern commands?
And pin your wrists and crush you with his weight,
and bite your tender nipples 'til they sting,
and force apart your thighs with his bald pate,
and tongue your burning bush until you sing?
Such liberties, my Mistress should excuse,
for well she knows, my fate is Her's to choose.