Used up, in free verse

What you want is simply what I want.
Nothing more, nothing less.
you live for one thing, one thing,
the pleasure I receive from you.

Your opinions on how I use you
are less than nothing.
Your desires are subservient to mine,
and thus inconsequential.

The pleasure you receive
comes from the pleasure you give.
From serving Me as best you can at all times
without hesitation, without question.

you do whatever I choose to make you do
and you love how you feel
when your Master takes complete control.
It's the only time you can let go.

Even though you sometimes fear,
fear what will happen to you tonight,
you know that in the end
you will satisfy me and in so doing,

Be utterly satisfied yourself.
you will be used at my discretion,
for my benefit, and you will beg.
Beg me to use you more.

Beg me to never stop, too.
Beg for the pain, beg for the restraint.
Beg me to do things to you
that you never imagined you'd enjoy.

But enjoy it you do. Crave it.
More than that, though, you require it.
The control I have over you
is complete and necessary.

So you serve me, as I please,
as best you can, like you should.
And you beg me to never stop.
Use you until you're used up.

And use you more, until I am satisfied.
That is the nature of our game,
our dance. I use you, when I want.
Not because I must, never that.

I use you because I can
I use you because it pleases me
I use you because without me
you are empty inside. With me,

you are full. And that fullness
completes you like nothing has.
So you beg me, beseechingly.
Use me up, Master, I'm yours.